My playground has the bestest friends ever. When you fall off the monkey bars they pick you up, wipe the dirt from your face, give you a hug and say, "It's okay. We've all fallen too."

The response to my panic attack post left me amazed and grateful.  

I expected a few comments after my story since I have established some lovely friendships in this here cyberworld.  But what I hadn't foreseen were the number of private emails from old friends, new friends and lurkers who all shared similar stories of deep anxiety and panic.   That there are so many of us out of balance says a great deal about our world.  

I want to say thank you to each and every person who commented, offered advice, compassion and words of comfort.  The energy continues to surround me and I am really and truly feeling like my old self again.  I'd say even better than my old self!

I continue to exercise daily and notice that my clothes are getting looser.  I'm diligent with my supplements and water and healthy food.   Since I tend to have an all-or-nothing personality, I'm also watching that I don't overdo the new regimen and I give myself permission to have a treat once in a while or execise less one day if I've had many appointments.

My sense of humor has returned and the playful old Liz is emerging.  The night before last my husband was trying to read and I kept walking into him all bent over with my right shoulder in the air and my left shoulder dropped, like Quasidomo.  I kept chanting "Give uth a kiiiith daaaahling.  Jutht a little kith." 

He put down his book, smiled then rolled his eyes and said, "Oh God.  She's back."