Meltdown in the Park

The sounds of nature that usually brought me peace now seemed to pierce my eardrums like sharp knives. I sat on a bench in my favorite park, my body shaking uncontrollably as tears streamed down my face. The world around me was a blur, and I felt like I was drowning in a sea of stimuli. Every sound, every smell, every sensation seemed amplified, threatening to overwhelm me. I whimpered and cried, my body wracked with sobs. My mind, already fragile, began to unravel. I regressed severely, my thoughts reduced to a jumbled mess of infantile fears and anxieties. I felt like a newborn baby, abandoned and alone, with no one to comfort me. My separation anxiety, always a simmering presence, now boiled over, consuming me with a sense of desperate longing. "Mama...?" I whimpered, my voice barely audible. "Where's mama?" I looked around, my eyes scanning the park frantically, but all I saw were strangers, their faces a blur. As I sat there, lost in a world of infantile terror, I felt a presence approaching. I sensed a familiar scent, one that I had grown accustomed to over the past two months. It was Hange. Hange spotted me sitting on the bench, my body shaking with sobs. They rushed towards me, their expression etched with concern. As they approached, I saw their face, and my mind, already fragile, began to shatter. "Hange...?" I whimpered, my voice cracking with fear. I didn't know what was happening, but I knew I didn't want to be near them. My separation anxiety surged, and I felt like I was going to shatter into a million pieces. Hange sat down beside me, their arm wrapping around my shoulders. I flinched, overwhelmed by their touch. They tried to comfort me, but I was too far gone. I pushed them away, my hands flailing wildly as I cried out in distress. Hange held me at arm's length, their eyes filled with a mix of concern and uncertainty. They had never seen me like this before, and they didn't know how to react. As they looked at me, they realized that they had underestimated the depth of my emotional pain. They had thought that I was just being difficult, but now they saw that I was struggling to cope with the world around me. "I'm sorry," Hange whispered, their voice barely audible. "I'm so sorry. I didn't realize...I didn't know." I didn't respond. I was too lost in my own world of fear and anxiety. All I knew was that I needed comfort, and I needed it now. But as I looked at Hange, I wasn't sure if I could trust them. My mind was a jumbled mess, and my heart was heavy with pain. As the minutes ticked by, Hange sat beside me, holding me gently, trying to comfort me. They didn't know what to do, but they knew they couldn't leave me like this. They had to try and reach me, had to try and bring me back from the edge. But as they looked at me, they wondered if it was already too late.