When Panic Hits
About 2 years ago I was getting ready for Camp Squanto. I remembered camp as being really fun, but during COVID, I hadn't been away from my family at all. I was really excited to go. The first night, I always have a hard time. So when I cried and was upset that first night 2 years ago, I didn't think too much of it. But it didn't get better. The showers scared me and I couldn't bring myself to use them. I was embarrassed, but I couldn't stop the fear and I couldn't control it. I missed my mom and I started panicking. I called mom. She told me that it would get better and that she would get me Wednesday if I still wanted to go home. I couldn't breathe, my chest felt really tight, I was crying uncontrollably, and my throat hurt. I wanted to go home right away. I don't even remember what I was saying, but I was desperate to leave and I screamed and screamed. Mom was trying to get me to calm down, but I couldn't. The next day I did the same