I had a small panic attack this morning.

It happened as I sat down to plan my day. My mind wandered to all of the things I want to accomplish this year when it suddenly became difficult to breathe. Every inch of my body tensed up as I tried to force air into my lungs.

I stopped, set my pencil aside, and forced myself to take a slow, deep breath.


Bit by bit I focused on the air entering my lungs. Focused on my diaphragm expanding, my chest growing.


I began to count mentally as I felt the air glide through my nostrils. Concentrated on emptying my body.

All is well. Just breathe.

When my thoughts wandered, I brought them back to my breath. Time wasn’t important. Goals weren’t important. The only thing that mattered was the life-giving oxygen coursing through my lungs.

My body slowly relaxed.

As I felt the tension slip away I reminded myself that all is well. I am safe. I am healthy. I have more than enough to meet my needs, so much more that I am even able to save and work towards a better future.

Life is truly good.

We all have moments when Life seems overwhelming. Moments when we panic, when we feel that we are incapable of handling the tasks we’ve set for ourselves. Slices of time when our chest gets tight and we quail in terror at our now and our future.

That’s okay.

It’s perfectly normal to feel fear. Fear is what tells us that we’re alive. It’s how we handle our fear that defines us.

Every day above ground is a good day. Regardless of what we currently face, we can rest secure in the knowledge that we are still here. We are still alive. As long as we have life, we have hope.

All we have to do is breathe.

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