The fight is real not only in life and the struggles in it but in your head. I feel at times im headed into battle i put my armor on and im suited and booted ready to do some damage, then bam the panic sets in. All at once everything i thought id do or that i been practicing to manage the attacks have flew out the window. And there i sit again lost with no comfort feeling defeated. Wondering in my head could i have done something different, or why did i panic when i know its the anxiety causing it. But in those moments the fear has set in im lost im like a child without its parents a dog wondering the streets alone. Then i remember im not alone God has me and is carrying me through this. As i hit my knees and cry out to him my strength comes back to me and my worrys for that time seem so small.