An anxiety attack.

I had one today in the car. After a long time. Listening to Clean by Taylor Swift took me back to the moment I had my last one in January when my ex-partner was here and I had dropped her off at the airport. Separation anxiety, that one, apparently. But the song took me back. I was playing it then too. Just to…

I practiced some breathing exercises in the moment, and after a couple of minutes (I swear they felt like half an hour), turned on some music to distract myself.

Both of these things worked.

Still, I do want to acknowledge that I do miss her sometimes. Even now. And it’s okay. I’m doing so much better, I have made so much progress, and I am working on surrounding myself with new friends, and old and new hobbies.

I will be okay.

🎧 Death Cab For Cutie — Summer Skin