"No No No....this can't be happening
again”. I tried to force air through my
lungs for the umpteenth time. The white bathroom walls were rapidly closing in
on me again. I couldn’t breathe. I really couldn’t breathe. It felt like
someone had knotted my thoracic cavity into a perfect bow. My black suit felt tight.
My inner wear too. Everything felt tight! I needed to strip, but I was in
the office. I ran cold water through my braided wig for some relief. Dang! I
threw the wig to the dark blue tiled floor. I turned off the water faucet
while I held on to the washing hand basin for support. "Ijeoma, you
will be fine”, was all I could unconvincingly mutter while I tried to look at
what was left of me in the mirror. My vision had depleted over the weeks from
my poor eating habits. I looked horrible. How was it that
I had done all these to myself? I mean, No one beat me. I wasn’t owing
money. Didn’t join a cult that was after my life either. I was just really
afraid. It was a type of fear I had never felt before. Fear that felt so
tangible, scathed my mind and terrorized me with a worse
possibility, “ What if I had just made the biggest mistake of my life".😱😱😱😱
