gawd. panic has almost been a friend and that's bad. have you ever realized that you developed a coping mechanism that was in fact bad and destructive but somehow it worked, it got you past trouble so many times that you learned to lean into it? panic has been like that—working oneself up to to a pitch of doing something rash and stupid because at least rash and stupid action was ACTION, and was an alternative to total paralysis and allowing the wheel to roll you over. ~Chara
