My last panic attack (on December 21, 2016) was just as shitty as the very first one (sometime in October 2001). Without meds and barely alive, I crawled out of the hell of panic. By now, it’s turned into a kind of philosophy — one you might want to look into, even if for now, all you want is to crawl out of your own panic. I’ve hidden nothing beneath the cornerstone of Aletheosophia. It’s alive in the links below — if panic is wrecking your life, don’t just scroll past this. Go there now.