A few days ago I was boiling some tea. I lifted my arms high into the air to do a stretch and I became incredibly light-headed. I gently fell to the ground.
In this moment I glanced up on the wall, at a photograph of my father. The frame was shattered, right through his eye. Beside it was a painting of my father that I had made for an Indie Go Go campaign, but was never mailed to the recipient.
I contemplated my own mortality and as a defence mechanism, I accepted my mortality. My body rushed with endorphins, I guess. If you are one who is subject to panic attacks, I hope that you can will yourself in a similar direction that I took. It was very calming.