I so admire the KTLA news anchors who let cooler heads prevail during last week’s St. Patrick’s Day earthquake in Los Angeles.
“Is this a panic attack?” you ask yourself. You know that a racing heart and a woozy head usually signify an intense head-on collision with panic is just around the corner — or is something else amiss?
She asked us to breathe out when my body was craving a gulp of air. She asked us to inhale for the duration of a pose, which made me lightheaded. It just didn’t feel right. None of it felt good.
How might yoga, a physical practice associated with inner peace and relaxation, possibly cause stress? Let me count the ways.
The residual shakiness or jellylegs you experience after a panic attack are not part of the panic attack itself — they are artifacts.
Elementary school math: you start with the basics, and only challenge yourself further once you’ve mastered a level. Addition, subtraction, multiplication, division. Why should approaching anxiety and phobias be any different?
If you snoop hard enough, you can likely determine all sorts of details about the person — and their culture — based upon what they toss in the trash.
Alcohol makes me nauseous. Nausea makes me panicky. Am I simply making a logical choice, or am I making an emotional one?
We collapsed the camping tent and, immediately, my symbolic safe space had been rolled up into a bag. Enter the nausea.
What about your router? Can you reset your router? Oh geez, so many questions. So much breath.