When I was thirteen years old, my father told me in the midst of a panic attack to slow my breathing. He told me to think of a good memory with a good person, but I only thought of her. I didn't breathe like he told me to. I choked. The irony of it all.

what my father told me
When I was thirteen years old, my father told me in the midst of a panic attack to slow my breathing. He told me to think of a good memory with a good person, but I only thought of her. I didn't breathe like he told me to. I choked. The irony of it all.