It was like a fugue state.
The white noise, as I call it, had spread across my brain, had hijacked the all of my limbs and extremities. The words coming out of my mouth were wrapped in my voice, but against everything that I would have chosen to say.
Except, I was no longer in control of me. Some other part of me, some other part that did not respond to “I” or acknowledge my sense of “I” was.
I was blind, I was weak, I was mute, I was powerless.
I was nothing.
Reflections on a panicked state, i.e., when the limbic system hijacks the neocortex.