I remember quite well my first go around with anxiety when I had my first episodes of SVT, I remember I found comfort more at night for some reason. I liked the dark, I remember laying there in bed and found comfort in laying in the bed not moving, not getting up, I think it was because I knew I would get my only break during the day with sleeping.
I liked winter because the nights were longer and I could get comfortable under the blankets and not worry under there. I am starting to feel that same feeling coming back lately. It's an annoying thing. I do find some hope. For example Sir Shackleton, man had holes in his heart, had palpations but still crossed the Antarctic on foot! Not once but twice! That man did not worry about it. I try to use him as an example to keep pressing forward. To keep going.