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brink of panic
Panic attacks are a common theme I am all too cursed and familiar with. Tonight as I readied myself for bed, I was left, per usual, to my head — of disorderly chaos and all else that heavily claims my mind as home.
My heart began to race and the walls began to close in, my eyes filled of damp sorrow as all oxygen began to stray absent, and then…the clouds surrounding my lungs faded and the grip of my thoughts on my throat loosened to a gentle caress of my skin.
My hands let go their grip of the roots of my hair and my eyes slowly opened, transporting me back to a reality of serenity.
The mind is so beautifully deceitful.
This sentence, alone, also shows its tendency to conceit.
“I used to think that the brain was the most wonderful organ in my body. Then I realized who was telling me this.” — Emo Phillips
- What’s the best I can do now?
- What are the undeniable facts?
- What’s the bigger picture?
The three questions we must constantly and repeatedly ask ourselves.
We are imperfect, each and every one of us, and the world is amidst absolute chaos in which it is merely the beginning of such self-destruction; solving any of this is beyond us.
- What’s the best I can do now?
- What are the undeniable facts?
- What’s the bigger picture?
