Now I take the fight to the enemy.

Reading Daredevil recently has instilled a deep sense of justice and dignity within me. That may sound corny, but in light of my current situation, I remember how proud I am to follow the story of my favourite character and equally proud of Matt Murdock. He is a fictional character, yes, but he embodies the struggle I sometimes encounter.

I should mention that on the day of my morning anxiety attack, I had a relapse during my social theory class. There's nothing like being engulfed in paralyzing fear in a huge lecture theatre with almost a hundred people attending the class. I felt waves of undulating terror sweeping over my body, and I was dizzy and nauseas. I kept opening and closing my laptop, and then I finally walked out of class and called Lisa, who talked me down. Going up the stairs to exit the theatre was like climbing a hill on the Moon, my legs were as heavy as lead and each step was really difficult . The smell of stale body odour and old socks stung my nostrils. I honestly don't know what I would do without Lisa. She has supported me all through this difficult period, even to the point of taking me to the emergency room and staying at my bedside until I recovered. So, I'm taking a proactive stance. Counseling services are covered in my medical plan, and I'm going to set up an exercise regime plus more hiking trips. I have an appointment to see my gastro-intestinal specialist in about week. This problem will be snuffed out like a flickering candle.