Pamela Wick
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Honestly, She Doesn't Live Here Anymore
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“Though I remain calm on the exterior for the most part, inside I am a hurricane. I am turbulent and unsteady.
At times when I am unable to remain calm on the exterior, my polite, agreeable persona gets invaded by physical manifestations of fear, and I have a panic attack. Right in the middle of my day. I break out in a cold sweat, my heart beats like jazz drum, and thoughts of ‘what if people notice me’ race through my mind. I want to escape, but it’s’ impossible.”
― Honestly, She Doesn't Live Here Anymore
At times when I am unable to remain calm on the exterior, my polite, agreeable persona gets invaded by physical manifestations of fear, and I have a panic attack. Right in the middle of my day. I break out in a cold sweat, my heart beats like jazz drum, and thoughts of ‘what if people notice me’ race through my mind. I want to escape, but it’s’ impossible.”
― Honestly, She Doesn't Live Here Anymore
“My father takes my hand as he ushers my mother up the steps to the White House. I glance down at my hand in his. I suddenly feel like a parasite that has lost its host. My parents were my original hosts, then I transferred to Robin, and now the only way to ensure my survival is to transfer back to my parents. Although I’m holding my father’s hand, I can’t seem to transfer back. I am lost.”
― Honestly, She Doesn't Live Here Anymore
― Honestly, She Doesn't Live Here Anymore
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