I had one. Yesterday.
I woke up, and felt . . . calm. No hint of the panic that has lurked at the edges of my consciousness for so long.
I kept my cool as I managed to clean house and do laundry, with Miles helping, or playing beside me.
I played with Miles, relishing the joy of simply being present in the moment.
I fought off a panic attack that threatened to ruin my day. I stepped outside, and took a deep breath, steadying myself, struggling for control. And I won.
I ate dinner with friends, and enjoyed their company. Not once did I feel the overwhelming urge to flee from the room that I have felt so often in the past year and a half.
I know that I am not out of the woods, yet. That there will most certainly be bad days in the future. For all I know, today could be a return to panic.
But yesterday was good. And that's a good place to start.