Breaking point
Eight years ago I had panic attacks. The swelling, the loud and "not ignorable" pounding heart, the messy thoughts and inability to find a way out of it... It took me several months to let it go. The crises had passed, but they resonated for a long time. The "extra" sensitivity only "went away" after I prayed - but that's a story for another time. Something in me still remembers. Touching my fingers on the palm of my hands, applying enough strength so I can focus on that sensation instead of the stomach and the heart - trying hard to run away from myself. My body was telling me what I was ignoring: something is wrong. Between then and now many things have changed. The city I live in, the people I'm surrounded by, my daily routine, my self-awareness... Yet, the pattern repeats: I feel suffocated by my senses, I struggle to find a way out of my anxiety, I get clues about the path I must walk... and it leads to self-care, to some sort of spiritual p...