The crowds. They make you not breathe. You're scared, huh? Scared of everyone. Scared of them. Scared of who might be. You're weak. You will never overcome the people. The others. The overwhelming presence of who might hate or see you. It's crowded. Your lungs will tighten. Lose your breath. You will die and cower as others attempt to help with your mistakes.
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People love you. You are amazing. You just don't see it in this scary crowd. You feel stepped on. Dragged, even. You can't handle the filled-up rooms and spaces, the public, nor the comfort of a party at your home. You never will be. No medicine can save you from...
ENOCHLOPHOBIA.
The irrational fear of large crowds.
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