Once I climbed off my bike, I stood on the side of the bridge, looking out over the water that was far below. It was a weird thing. My body was moving on its own, but I wasn't trying to take back control. I was panting, and once my eyes settled on my hands, I could see how badly they were shaking. I felt the warm knot in my chest, pressing down on my lungs. I was trapped in the dark space of my mind, wandering around alone, trying to find a way out. But there was no light. I couldn't understand why I was having an anxiety attack. I hadn't had one for years. Not since I was little, in fact. I wondered what had triggered it. Suddenly, in that dark space, a clawed shadow grabbed my ankle, pulling me down. Then more hands grabbed at me, gripping my arms and legs, before trying to drown me completely. My hands clutched my head. "Stop...just stop...go away..." I whispered, my voice breaking and barely audible. The hands covered my mouth, and then my eyes, dragging me down, down, down. I tried to think of something to get out of this. But I couldn't. I just couldn't! And that bothered me. "Get out...of my head..." I muttered, squeezing my eyes shut. I still couldn't breathe. My body was shaking. I was about to be lost to the darkness. I wasn't thinking straight. I held my foot out over the edge, still not in control, as I sunk. Then, something inside me snapped. And the next thing I knew, the water far below was rushing up to meet me.