A young woman was rushed to the hospital after suffering a severe injury.

I was surrounded by people, yet I felt completely alone. A close friend of mine stood by my side, holding my hand, trying to offer support, but there was so much happening around me that I couldn’t focus on anything.

The medical staff, their faces set with determination, moved urgently, working to stabilize me, to help me in a way that I felt was beyond what I was capable of doing for myself.

The sense of panic in the air was palpable, and I couldn’t escape the feeling that things were spiraling out of control.

The situation should have been something intimate—something personal—but it quickly escalated into a chaotic and terrifying series of events.

Instead of feeling the excitement that comes with a new experience, I felt a deep sense of dread, unsure of what the outcome would be. A simple moment that should have been private and empowering became something I couldn’t have anticipated:

a panicked bathroom scene followed by a rushed trip to the hospital, filled with what felt like endless hours of examinations and tests.

What was supposed to be a normal part of life for so many people quickly became something that I couldn’t control.Continue reading…