The Movie Theater

I took my boy to a movie last weekend, it was the third time I’ve been in a movie theater in the last 5 years. Its not that the theater is anymore scary than any other building, although there is more of a sense of being “trapped” but about 5 years ago, I had a massive panic attack in the theater. I started dripping in sweat, I ran to the bathroom and sat in the stall, watching my heart beat through my shirt. I ran out of the theater and laid down in my car for 15 minutes.

It took me 3 years to even step foot back in a theater. When the weekend came, I knew my son wanted to see a movie and I didn’t even hesitate, I didn’t even think “what if…”, I just went. I was anxious and by the end I was feeling a bit of the weirdness, it drained me mentally and physically but I did it.