The Radio Static Triggered a Full Panic Attack in the Staff Toilet

Dear Delyara, A police van left its radio blaring outside our window while they searched the bushes, and that constant, high-frequency digital screech completely broke my mind at 3:00 AM. My chest suddenly felt like it was being clamped by iron bands. I ran to the staff toilet, locked the door, and dropped to my knees because the room was spinning so fast I couldn't stand. I sat on the dirty floor, holding my head, gasping for air while the radio static buzzed through the vents. It wasn't the radio—it was the fact that I am completely burnt out. I am working twelve-hour night watches, trying to design museum-quality jewelry, managing property portfolios, and my brain is literally short-circuiting from the pressure. I lay my forehead against the cold partition wall, tasting copper in my mouth, absolutely terrified that I am going to have a stroke before I ever make it out of this yard.