When you feel panic washing over you, the sweat collecting in your palms and dripping down your knees, heartbeat blaring through your chest, the inner shakiness and shallow breathing, the butterflies stomping inside your stomach, all you want to do — desperately — is to make it stop.
In those moments anxiety feels dangerous. It feels like something is terribly wrong. Or maybe we know that we’re not in real danger, that we’re experiencing a panic attack, but our bodies are in such a state of terror that we don’t care. The panic is too persuasive, and we yearn to escape. We yearn for anxiety to go away forever.