CLAUSTROPHOBIA
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Claustrophobia is my gift and my curse. When the walls close in I want to curl my hands into fists and pound right through them. I know they aren't moving but unless I can feel the breeze and see the trees, my heart pounds erratically; my mind searches for ways to escape with all the methodology of a bouncing ball. My stomach lurches, adrenaline pumps and I want to scream to release the fear that's been building up inside of me for so long. I want to scream so loud that it becomes, not a cry of fear, but a roar of one who has been forged stronger by life's challenges.
