Panic isn’t going to help — it’s only going to make us fall apart, which will make it harder for us to get through this. We need to show up in love. We need to remember that we can’t control what happens but we can control how we think, feel and act. We need to take care of each other, and we need to take care of ourselves.
I am no stranger to anxiety + panic attacks, but I have never had such a CONSISTENT obsession about my breathing (and lack thereof) as I’ve had over the last three days.
I went off my antidepressants, and now I’m working on myself. It’s uncomfortable as hell. It’s the most difficult DIY project of my life.