Not Dead Yet.

I forgot to share the news. I am alive. Yeah, I did not die when faced with a huge fear. I have had a two day long anxiety attack because of it, and I thought I was certainly going to die on the spot. I am going to have a panic attack while typing this, so it will be super short. 

I am afraid of elevators, they are too small, they have doors that could crush you, they can break down, too many people try to use them at once, must I continue?

I am a good person, or atleast thats what I think of myself. I gave a ride to someone who needed to go to a place with an elevator. We rode the elevator up with no problem, I of course held my breath as I took a LARGE step over the threshold, and held on to the bars while riding up. It was only 5 floors, but it took what seemed like forever. Maybe it was because I was holding my breath. 

We have to ride the elevator back down after the appointment was over, and that's when I thought I met the end of the world. The MF elevator STOPPED. It did not move for about 5 minutes. I tried to remain calm, and I did, if I say so myself because lord knows I didnt want to. But all in the end, I survived. I hate more than being IN the elevator is entering and leaving, I realllllly hate the doors. If one of the doors touches me, I am not moving. Thats the end of the road for me, I will carry everything up all of the stairs. 


So now yall know what a chicken I am!!