I suck in a long breath. In for four. Hold, Nina. Out for four. Gritting my teeth, I zone in on the mouse, scurrying on a telephone line. Wait, is that a mouse or a rat? Please be a mouse. Breathe. The crowd of pedestrians gathering around the plumber. Breathe. The smoke spiraling up to the twinkling stars. Breathe. A dog peeing on a fire hydrant.
This is one of the most accurate depictions of using grounding techniques during an anxiety attack...
