The tones go off and the adrenaline hits. That part makes sense. But sometimes, I’m just sitting in m y car, and my chest tightens anyway. No tone or call. No sirens. Just my own nervous system tapping me on the shoulder, like “Hey you idiot. You forgot to panic today.”
False alarms.
I’ve had called where the “emergency” was nothing but anxiety. Or gas. Or heartbreak that felt legit. But the fear was real. The body doesn’t necessarily lie. It just overreacts sometimes.
Same with me.
I’ve done a full primary assessment on myself, alone in the dark, 3am, trying to convince my own hear to stop trying to run away down the hallway. HR 132. BP high. Everything else is fine.
It’s not nothing, but its not what it looks like either.
I’ve learned to listen differently. To say, “You’re safe and you’re here. You’ve felt this before and survived every time.”
That’s the trick with false alarms.
You don’t ignore them (not that I could). You just don’t alter your whole life for one.
But for Christ’s sake, relax.
