“Melt away the fears and anxieties in your mind. Feel them liquify and allow them to slowly trickle down your face. Relax as tiny rivulets flow down your neck, shoulders, back, thighs, legs and finally your feet where they silently fall away into the ‘Well of Anxiety and Panic’. Keeping your eyes closed, cover the well, lock it in place trapping your anxieties inside. Inhale. Exhale. Open your eyes and allow the calmness and peace to envelop you.”
After six long months of listening to my therapist repeat the same litany in her soft, sing-song voice, one would think I was well on my way to living a life free of worry, what-if scenarios, anxiety, panic attacks and Xanax.
Oh, I have my times of quiet lucidity … weeks of stress-free bliss when I can enjoy a lovely dinner with my husband or a carefree shopping trip in Manhattan. Nights when I fall asleep quickly and easily and wake up refreshed and at peace.
Then just as I’m getting used to this ineffable comfort zone … WHAM BAM THANK YOU MA’AM!! … the panic machine is back with a vengeance, coming out of nowhere with all the subtlety of an 18 wheeler, taking over my life for days upon weeks upon months only to suddenly, spontaneously run out of gas and coast away down the road leaving me in a safe haven until it reaches a rest stop where it can take a break and refill its gas tank for the next assault.
It’s a cesspool of what-the-fuckedness, the grasping, squeezing dragging down quicksand of fuckedupedness!
Some Einstein once said “The intuitive mind is a sacred gift; the rational mind is a faithful servant.”
Note to self: read that daily:
MIND – Noun: a beautiful servant; a dangerous master.
NAR © 2017
The Elephant's Trunk 
I hope this is a work of fiction and not something you’re actually dealing with.
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Purely fiction, Fan, but no one is totally stress/anxiety free. In this world, how can we be? Appreciate you asking!
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