Sarah Sackett
Bio
When I was little, my first word was 'book'. I've devoured stories throughout my life and it pains me that people don't read like they used to. I'm cynical. I'm sarcastic. I like big words and I need to get them out of my head.
Stories (2/0)
Panic Attacks & Playlists
I can’t say for sure when my first panic attack was. The first one I remember happened when I was 21. I finished an episode of The Office and the next thing I knew, I was face down on the living room carpet in tears, unable to catch my breath, and utterly bewildered as to why. Nearly a decade later, I still don’t have an answer. This is little more than a snapshot memory to me; I know there were incidents before and many know there have been incidents since. They’ve grown and changed, as I have, and while I still haven’t cracked the formula indicative of their cause, there are certain signs I’ve become well acquainted with:
By Sarah Sackett4 years ago in Psyche
The Element of Transformation
The first time I remember, I was floating. When the inevitable happened, there was a sudden rush and everything swooped downward. The float and all its peace were replaced with other things, some soft and some hard, all of them cold and exposed. The infinite comfort from before was gone; the messy reality replacing it got everywhere and I felt chills in places that normally don’t exist. I don’t remember much else, merely the overall feeling that I had arrived without knowing what had been agreed to. Once, it happened when my mother was in the kitchen making dinner. I wanted to know what was going on above me, to see where the fun bubbly noises were coming from; but then there was a scream and a crash and a strange odorless smoke that filled the air. Then came the pain that moved along with the hard pumping in my chest. It radiated from my arm like it was trying to bust out.I thought it would be there forever and though mother assured me it was only an accident, eventually what remained was a large blotchy mark that told me not to go into that room whenever I looked at it.
By Sarah Sackett4 years ago in Poets
