Is this the end? Is this where it gets me? From something stupid? Is this where I fall? Is this where I stop fighting my endless battle between my anxieties and depression? Is this where I'm finally put to rest by a panic attack? Is this where the suffering stops? Do I die now? Can I die? No, I couldn't let the suffering stop.
I also felt the need to keep myself alive... I didn't know why, though. I had a feeling it was for my chosen family, or the future, or the creatures that I promised would not have to deal with the humans. It wasn't for myself. It was for the others, but, if I did die, I would be doing them a favor..

But then again, I couldn't break my promise. So much was happening at once, and it was over something small and stupid. That's what triggers me, things that are small and stupid. Shouldn't I just get over it? I wish I could.

So, what exactly did trigger me? You might be wondering...

Well, there I was... In a hallway, about a thousand or so of ponies coming at me through all directions possible. I felt like the world was spinning too quickly, and I was hauling around two spike balls that were chained to my back and front legs, and each time I walked, I was being pulled under. I felt like I was being buried alive. There was also bright lights... Too bright... I could've had a panic attack right then and there, but there was somepony that I trusted beside me.

It was that same male pony again. "I'm right here. You're okay." He said, in a soft voice. He kept his arm near mine so I could know my surroundings.

I didn't deserve that, but he did it anyways.