An Anxiety Attacker's Story

A man from cork got a job on an unbuilt multi story car park at night time. Every half hour, he had to climb up ladders in the pitch dark with a torch. He'd see what he thought was a ghost or a figure jumping out of the shadows. By the end of it, he'd managed to save up 900 yoros and spent them all on a floor length leather ar manny jacket that he never wore. The reason he bortered is that he was so rattled from the anxiety that he wasn't making rational choices. But his story reminded me of how purgatory is described. It's described as a place of uncertain anxiety. We're chased