THE ONLY WAY OUT IS THROUGH. I've suffered from panic/anxiety disorder since 2009 when I experienced my first panic attack in the Brooklyn/Battery Tunnel. My ears started ringing, my hands shook, and my legs trembled so much I could not keep my foot on the gas. I thought I was having a heart attack at
Hope. It's a word that carries a powerful expression of faith. When we keep our hopes up, we remain in constant connection with the vibration of trust, and a desire for good. Lately, it feels as though hope has hidden from us, retreating to the darkness of uncertainty as to whether help, healing and recuse may ever come.