I am convinced I am dying in the bathroom of a coffee chain in Copenhagen. It will be months before I apply the foreignly familiar term “panic attack” to my current experience. At the moment, when my chest is tightening in cardiac-arrest-esque cramps and I’m afraid that I am leaving my body sitting on the toilet in a Danish coffee shop, “dying” seems the more apt term. This was supposed to be a lighthearted trip but in the burning wok pan that is my chest, my heart feels rather heavy. I do not know it yet, but I will live.
Emma Edling Müller is a student writer, raised and based in central Sweden. She still thinks Copenhagen is a beautiful city.