An anxiety attack might just be a reminder to handle ourselves and our lives with kid gloves for a while.
To tune in, not out. Slow down, breathe To restore balance, not just hunger for it. A time to live with intention and focus.
After a particularly awful anxiety attack, like the one I had this morning, it might be a time to live your life in such a way as if to say, “I’m sorry, my body just reminded me it can kill me at any given time without notice and my Self is in need of my attention. Your opinion of that is currently invalid.”
Maybe if I spent less time trying to make my normal match your normal my body and mind wouldn’t feel the need to retaliate against itself so mightily. And maybe an anxiety attack is the reminder that self-care can look an awful lot like giving ourselves permission to be individuals, no matter what that might look like.
It’s just a maybe.
But it feels a lot like truth this morning.