People | Phobia

I Faced My Phobia of Elevators By Facing My Past

Whenever I got into an elevator with other people, I wondered if they could save me if I were dying in there. Like my mother or my father, I needed them—but they could let me down.

Will I die? Who will get me out? What if I pass out? What if the call button doesn’t work?


My heart feels like a rock

Ten, nine, eight . . .

Lisa Pizza!

want need

the others

The only wayis to get into the elevator, breathe deeply, and destigmatize it.

But it’s not about the elevator The elevator makes me feel invisible,It erases me. But you know intellectually know that’s not true.

just the past