When Panic Attacks

Me, I know it's not all in your head -- Some of it is also in mine. I know the platitudes they spout And I know how they feel -- Dismissive instead of constructive Because prescriptive is not instructive. And I know there is nothing you can do. Embrace this. Recognize it. It will never go away. And it will never subside, until you give it a name. And the space it demands. And know it dearly. Only then, place it smartly Where it will stand, another beam to reinforce your temple. Love yourself the more for it.