Claustrophobia
When the days start closing in on you, as the light gets shorter, and you are like the victim of some evil bad guy in a tv show from the 70s who has trapped you in a room where the walls are closing in on you (will you figure out how to disengage the trap at the last minute, with only seconds left before you are crushed?)
Of the suffocation during erotic asphyxiation; your lover is strangling you until you almost pass out, and this was voluntary (will this lead to the transcendental climax you are searching for, or will a second be miscalculated and you die in the search of a somatic ecstasy?)
Or when you slit your wrists in the bathtub, but death isn't coming as quick as you hoped, and suddenly you remember that you actually enjoyed when you played in the grass with your niece, and that you want to do that again, but the lights are dimming and you have the frantic realization that you may mot be able to stop the chain of events that you started.
Each day is subject to this claustrophobia, and you can't quite remember how you had hopes for escape routes and rebirths.
I don't remember how to get back to those intersections.