By Gary Benton My hands gripped the pew before me so tightly they ached, as if caught in an over-wrought handshake. I drew in quick, sharp breaths. Though I was careful to keep my head still, my eyes darted wildly around the room. This was church, after all. I didn’t want to draw attention to myself, but what I was experiencing was terror – or at least panic. My mind had attacked me. Specifically, a voice had erupted from the…