Too Small to Breathe
It didn’t start with a word like claustrophobia.
It started with a feeling I couldn’t name.
The elevator was quiet that day. Too quiet.
I had just stepped in alone, watching the doors slide shut, sealing me inside as it began to climb.
At first, it was nothing.
Then, slowly, something shifted.
The air felt thinner.
The walls felt closer.
Each second stretched in the wrong way—too slow and too fast at the same time. My chest tightened like something invisible was wrapping around it, pulling tighter with every breath I tried to take.
I couldn’t breathe.
My heart slammed against my ribs, violent, desperate, like it was trying to escape. My knees weakened. My hands started shaking. The space around me felt too small, too full, too much.
And then the thought came—
I’m there again.
That dark, cold room.
That freezer.
After that, it wasn’t just one moment.
It followed me.
Every time I had to leave the apartment, I felt it waiting. The elevator became something I had to face, something I had to survive.
So I stopped using it.
Eight floors didn’t matter.
I took the stairs.
Every time.
No one really noticed how bad it was.
Or maybe they did—but it wasn’t seen as something serious.
My mom believed time would fix it.
That I would grow out of it.
I didn’t.
So I tried to fix it myself.
Late nights, searching for answers. Ways to breathe. Ways to stay calm. Ways to stop the panic before it swallowed me whole.
Some of it helped. A little.
But it never really left.
Even now, it’s still there.
That fear of small, dark spaces.
That tightening in my chest when the walls feel too close.
That quiet, creeping panic that doesn’t ask permission before it takes over.
I understand it better now.
Where it comes from. Why it happens.
But understanding it doesn’t erase it.
It just means I don’t pretend it isn’t there anymore.
And maybe that’s the difference.
Before, I thought I had to get over it.
Now, I’m learning how to live with it—without letting it silence me the way it used to.



Wow you so accurately depicted what a panic attack feels like and the steps we take to avoid those triggers.
I'm not claustrophobic but I've had panic attacks and I think it's very similar; you feel like you are literally dying. Even if you KNOW you aren't. Even if you look calm on the outside, your heart and mind are racing. Just like a panic attack, the word claustrophobic doesn't really do it justice
Hi SG What you are explaining in your post is exactly what I’m here to learn people to overcome. ‘THE ANXIETY STATE’ which includes (PD) that you were experiencing along with (OCD) (GAD) (MDD) (VEBs) or anything that included FEAR or PHOBIAS. I suffer all of these in my earlier life till I found the answer that I was looking for, that relieved me of all of them. I post a ‘John’s Blog’ on SS Every week and I have wrote 3 books on the subject that can be bought off Amazon Kindle. The main one that covers everything is Titled: “Acceptance Change the way you are thinking” please keep connected on SS SG. We have a LOT in common. John Edwards