Lately, my panic attacks are happening less and less. It's the first time in a long time. Are they completely gone? No, not even close. But much more manageable. I have come to terms that my anxiety may be something I may never really fully get rid of. And that is okay. I fight everyday this senseless fear that tries to creep its way into my head.
When I think back on some of the worst panic and fear I have ever felt from anxiety, it gives me a sense of hope, and strength knowing I got through something that dark and difficult. Sometimes we have to remember how many times (days) we have fought and even been defeated by the extreme fear to help retrain our brain that it IS possible.
There is hope to fear LESS.