Y'know, I never got what people who have panic attacks meant when they said the 'silence was loud' until...really recently. Before, silence was fine, or would even help.
But...that was before my thoughts got insistent.
Because what happens is that there are certain words that just...Repeat. Certain thoughts, certain feelings, certain problems, certain events. Your brain will cherry pick until the panic takes hold. Words that encompass all your problems will start knocking at your brain. The fact that you even have a problem at all will knock at your brain. It's...yeah. It's loud. It's like terrifying ambiance. And the only way to shut it up is with something else.
Before...all that played was music, and silence, and my own optional thoughts. But someone chose the wrong goddamn radio station or a terrifying podcast that chronicles everything that's wrong with you at the moment...