You can't deep breathe your way through *gestures wildly*

After a hard day, I opened Instagram in bed and saw a new horror that had come to light. Within minutes I felt my throat tighten up, a wave of nausea course through me, my stomach bottom out. I felt both antsy and bone-tired. I wanted to cry, to rage, to run away. I felt enraged yet helpless. This is the fight/flight response in action. Over a few words…