Anxiety Dreams
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When I had a panic attack, a friend asked me to imagine the one place in the world I wanted to be. I told him and it calmed me. I felt less alone and now it's time for you to hear the calming place that I wish I could be. I am so grateful for him and the rest of my chosen family and I wish to share that with the world.
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