It happened again last night. Waking up to the chilling heat of a full body panic. I don’t feel safe. Thoughts racing, grasping at stories to make sense of the boiling agitation and gripping of nerves coiled tightly around my spine suffocating me from the inside.

My entire system feels like it’s on the brink of collapse, and my normal coping strategy (leaving my body) is the very strategy I am cognizant I am healing. The only way out, is through.

Panic attacks became a regular occurrence, and more than often, I was convinced I was dying. This was karmic and necessary for soul and body to evolve. Although I knew this to be true and felt the lightness of Spirit rise from my chest, it didn’t take away the very real, very scary feelings of facing an impending demise.