You sit on the couch, hyperventilating, tears trinkling down your face, as you tug on your hair out of pure frustration and stress.

that's when you feel two hands gently caress your shoulders, they trace gentle patterns, and circles, the soft voice speaks to you “Baby, Hey, Hey,” She whispers to you.

“You're having another panic attack, aren't you? Remember what we practiced, sweetheart? Deep breaths...” she began to breathe in slowly, “Match my breathing, honey.." she soothingly said.