I’m having a panic attack right now.
It feels like I’m fighting to keep my head above water.
It’s one of the worst feelings in the world and it comes over you like a sudden wave, crashing down and trapping you.
I’m standing in my kitchen and I’m scared out of my mind, and it’s sudden and I can’t understand why. Today had been a good day, I felt accomplished, I talked with a friend for hours. I did fun things with my girls.
And then whoosh, it was all gone, and this invisible current is carrying me away to a dark place. One where I can’t breathe, can’t think straight.
The Drowned Place
Artwork by D.L. Johnson. Copyright 2018.
It’s worse in the Depression Dungeon. There’s a whole level of the place that is nearly-flooded, with low ceilings so there’s only a few inches of breathable space to make use of, as characters wade through the cold, dark water, trying to find their way to safety. Nasty things inhabit the waters too: Remnants crawl along the dungeon floor while Negative Eels dart around and nip at anyone who passes too close.