It’s heavy, and the air is hot
I hear the screaming, and all the lies.
Come on girl, keep counting
1,2,3,4 snap snap
My hands are trembling I can’t quite see
But 1,2,3,4. Keep counting. You’ve gotta breathe.
That’s how many breaths you need
Count to 4. Count to 4.
Just. Keep. Counting.
This is how I handle my panic attacks. Counting to 4, and snapping on cue. Focuses the mind to some thing else. Sooner or later I’m not panicking. I’m counting, and I can breathe again.