10/13/2025
I wish I could find the woman who helped me mid-panic attack at the London airport and hug her again.
Already an anxious traveler, after a 12-hour delay and a canceled flight, 4,000 miles from home and still 1,150 miles to go, I forgot everything I know and my body took over. Sweating, out-of-body, exhausted, jet-lagged, and alone in a crowded airport restaurant, I had to remind myself to breathe so I didnāt pass out.
After 20 minutes of holding it together, a woman next to me asked if I was okay. The kindness and safety in her energy broke me open - instant tears. In her British accent, she asked if she could touch my shoulder and then gave me a big, loving hug.
The book Iām reading now led me to this painting at the Uffizi Museum in Florence. On the train to my final stop, I opened it to find Meggan Watterson writing about her own anxiety while travelingāperfect timing.
āIn about three days, Iāll be clutching the flight attendantās hand during takeoff. I will have utterly forgotten everything I knew in that [womanās] circle. The power of craving will have me completely blind to all else; I will crave desperately not to die.
I will be visibly trembling. Concerned, the flight attendant will stare into my eyes until I am back behind them again. And Iāll tear up not because Iām afraidāwhich I am, Iām petrifiedābut because I get (again) that the whole point is that [love] never ends. We keep remembering and forgetting. We keep merging with that presence and then separating. We are here for each other. We need each other to remember that, as tough and terrifying as it gets, love has already won. Love is this merciful transference of power. Love is this compulsion to help, and this humility to be helped.ā
And I think thatās what breathwork and somatic healing do for me - bring me back again and again to the love within after Iāve yet again forgotten. To open my heart to receive from strangers and trust that humanity is kind. I needed that woman more than sheāll ever know. I thought I was all alone in that moment but the truth is, I never am. š