“It’s perfectly normal to have anxiety after what you went through.” I take a breath. It’s a good one. “I don’t have anxiety.” “Maybe not, but you just had a panic attack,” he says. I stop arguing because I know he’s right. “Did you think you could reason with yourself not to have big feelings about this?” he asks. I nod, still a little shaky. I fight an overwhelming urge to fall into his arms and have him hold me.
