The day the sky turned blue again

Dear Delyara, When you are in the deep, suffocating fog of clinical anxiety, your mind is a torture chamber where every thought is designed to convince you that you are worthless and that the world is ending. I spent over a year unable to step outside without my heart racing and my throat closing up with panic. But this afternoon, I walked down to the edge of the harbor, sat on a wooden bench, and just watched the clouds move over the water for three straight hours. My breathing was deep, my heart was perfectly calm, and I felt a wave of pure, unmanufactured joy settle into my soul. I didn't look for an exit, and I didn't panic. I have broken out of the prison of my own mind, and the light is dazzling.