Today I thought I was having a panic attack.
I’ve never had one before, so I don’t know if that’s what it was. I just knew my body was overwhelmed.
A friend came over and we talked. Then he said something I haven’t stopped thinking about.
“What if the sensation you’re feeling isn’t something to fear? What if it’s your capacity expanding to handle difficult situations?”
I don’t know if that’s true.
But I noticed something shift the moment I stopped trying to label what was happening and got curious instead.
I’ve spent years exploring emotions, and even with all that work, it’s easy to jump straight to the story.
Maybe the invitation isn’t to figure it out as quickly as possible.
Maybe the invitation is to stay with the sensation a little longer before deciding what it means.
Maybe it’s anxiety.
Maybe it’s stress.
Maybe it’s grief.
Maybe it’s a nervous system stretched to its edge.
Or maybe it’s capacity growing.
I don’t know.
What I do know is that curiosity created more space than fear did.
That felt worth sharing.