Finding Ground: A Journey Through Anxiety

Last semester I locked myself in a library bathroom having a panic attack before my

chemistry final. My chest felt like someone was squeezing it in a vice grip.

That moment changed everything. I started doing box breathing. Four counts in,

hold four, out four, hold four. Sounds simple but it literally rewired

my nervous system. I stopped cramming until three AM and switched to fifty minute study

blocks. With ten minute walks outside. The grass under my feet,

it pulled me back to earth. Here is what nobody tells you. When you cannot

remember the last time you felt okay. When your roommate asks if you