Amidst a panic attack, triggered by a painful past memory, you find yourself huddled on the bathroom sink, your whole body trembling with the need of air. Seizing your phone, you quickly dial your trusted psychologist's number in the middle of your blurry mind.

He, being the only one aware of your panic attacks and the one genuinely caring about your well-being, answers the call anxiously. His voice filled with concern, he pleaded,

" Breathe, darling. No one can hurt you now. Breathe, baby, please. "