My anxiety and what I went through

A week before I he the worst day ever. The first has always been my get of flights and the same day I was seeing of my son 14 years flying back to my ex for good. I was to then board a long flight for the first time and I just couldn’t do it. I deboarded from the flight. I was so emotionally drained that night feeling lost and lonely. I couldn’t take off the image if me feeling stuffed in an iron box flying with no window to see out or anybody known to talk too. My feet shook violently and I just wanted to b out from the flight and I shamelessly did that. Enroute returning home I felt numb and lost and empty. I just wished that the earth would open up and swallow me whole. I have not left my room since then..