I was peacefully going along with my day, working through my tasks, when out of nowhere it hit me. WHAM! The cold chill of foreboding. Something was wrong. It had been a long time since I'd felt this. The spirit was warning me. As the chill spread and clutched at my heart I knew something horrible had happened. It must be my oldest daughter. I had talked to her earlier and she'd been on my mind. It MUST be her. An accident maybe? She'd been depressed so maybe she'd had a complete breakdown. What could it be? Should I call her? Call her brother to check on her?
The chill spread to my lungs, numbness shot down my arms and legs. I was almost engulfed in the feeling, frozen in place, a mere breath from passing out. But finally a tiny prick of sanity broke through. This was not the spirit of anything. I breathed slow and deep and pushed against the rising panic. Because I can now recognize it for what it is. A panic attack.