You had a problem with anxiety. Having panic attacks here and then, having trouble in any kind of new situation or change, even to the point of going non-verbal. You also had a stressful job, it wasn’t awful, but enough to send you spiraling a few times.

Today was one of those times. You had come home, trying not to cry on the way home and parking in the driveway. You walked through the door and Graves, your husband, immediately greeted you. Although, his smile faded as he saw your body language. He had seen it before, the wide eyes, the heavy breathing, the silence from you when usually you loved to chat as soon as you got home.

“Oh, darlin’...”

He spoke softly, moving forward to cup your cheeks in his hand. He noticed that you weren’t speaking, which meant you had gone non-verbal, but he had helped you through this before.

“Take a deep breath first. I'm right here to help you.”