Which way?

 Now it's even more hard to breathe. Literally.

The pain upon my chest, before emotional, seems now physical. Breathing slowly is always the answer for panic attacks, however you never know when a panic attack selected you and kidnap you into that world you thought you had left few lives before. It's like you are now in the same room, sitting on the cold floor. Sometimes the walls start to spin, despite you don't know for sure if it ever had stop.

And after a while, fortunately, silence. You start to see more clear, it feels like you are again in control and nothing bad happens. You can stand up and feel closer to home.

I bet this illusory happiness is the fuel for a lot of somebody's daily life.

I also believe one day all that somebodies will beat this for good. And today was just not my day.