My panic attacks used to last longer than most relationships.

Twitchy (that's what I named my anxiety) was COMMITTED. No ghosting. No "I need space." Just full send, every time, in the dairy aisle.

Here's what nobody tells you: the attacks don't disappear because you got brave. They shrink because you stopped feeding them your avoidance. More on how to starve Twitchy later. 👋