Hysteria -

And for one terrifying, glorious moment—you were the most honest thing in the room.

It begins not in the throat, but in the hinge of the jaw. A tiny, metallic vibration, like a trapped fly buzzing against a windowpane. You ignore it. You have been taught to ignore it. Hysteria

The attack, when it comes, is not a collapse. It is a clarity . And for one terrifying, glorious moment—you were the

In the waiting room, you sit perfectly still. Your spine is a ruler. Your ankles are crossed. You smile when the receptionist calls your name. But behind your teeth, a choir is screaming. It is the sound of every errand you ever ran on four hours of sleep. The sound of every calm down whispered into your ear like a lullaby for a bomb. You ignore it

Afterward, there is the shame. The cold washcloth on the neck. The apology you do not owe anyone. You will be told you are too much . But in the quiet echo of the room, after the shaking stops, you know a secret: Hysteria is not a flaw. It is the language of a body that finally refused to lie.