It used to seem that when my life was falling apart at the seams (and that happened more often than not) bouts with anxiety would send me under my covers, red from hives, swollen face from the tears, and barely able to breathe. Over time, I learned to control it. Mostly, just because others were annoyed by its symptoms. This ability left me with the ability to recognize anxiety symptoms on others.

My life is finally coming together. I have put more things in order and done more things for myself in the past year than in the past decade. Yet I'm being stricken by panic attacks. It seems as though this would be the time I would finally be free of them.

Today, after my episode, I was working on a very important errand which had lead me to an unexpected place. A better way to get it handled had been right in front of me all along only I had never been aware of it. I only noticed it after my panic attack. Could these recent bouts of panic attacks be the universe's way of guiding me?

Shortly before I had one this morning, I was about to press on with a task that would have been costly and time consuming. Not to mention I would have to handle it across the country. I have now found a way to handle the same thing here with no additional fees and in about half the time. This isn't the first time something like this has happened.

My anxiety didn't take my day. I do wonder if maybe it saved it and several of my future ones...