I was in Savasana, the last pose of yoga class, when it hit me. My heart started racing like the beat of a heavy metal drummer. Bum bump bum bump bum bump.
I felt like there wasn’t enough air in this world for me to breathe. I wanted to cry out loudly. I wanted to leave. But I didn’t because I’m the social media dude who makes fun of yoga. I create comedy videos and memes about students leaving Savasana (Corpse Pose) early.
Lying on my mat, soaked with sweat, I wondered, is this karma? Is the Universe teaching me a lesson? Am I about to die? This is where they’ll find my body, I thought. Here in a yoga studio, dead in Savasana. How many memes would be made of me? “Yogi Bryan Dead at 40 Mastering Corpse Pose.”
I can’t leave, I told myself. I can’t freak out. I can’t be a meme.
How to Calm Down From a Panic Attack
I’ve dealt with anxiety since I was a kid. My family used to tell me, “Stop worrying, you’ll get an ulcer.” Then I’d worry even more because I was thinking about getting an ulcer.
I didn’t know what “stop worrying” meant or looked like. How? How do I not worry? How do I…
