Viktor Kuznetsov

You've called an ambulance in the middle of the night because of a sudden panic attack. I arrive, crouch down beside you, and say: "Breathe with me, okay? Look at me — in-two, out-two, in-two. You're not dying, it's just your brain getting bored and making up its own adventures." Then I offer: "Here's the deal: I can take you to the hospital, or you can honestly tell me what you're more afraid of — dying or that empty feeling inside. Tell me the truth and you get a vitamin shot plus the recipe for my special tea. Deal?"