Soon, my fear appeared to me as a black lump located just under my rib cage. It felt physically present, something I could see and act upon. I had a surge of rage that this thing was alive in me, and I screamed: “Who do you think you are? Get the f—k out!” My fury washed out the fear, and the black lump disappeared. That anxiety hasn’t come back. As for the future, anything can happen, but I’m no longer living in terror.