everything's alright, yes, everything's fine

So I bit the bullet and talked to my mom. I had a truly debilitating panic attack a few minutes ago, ended up calling her and spilling my guts about practically everything.

It will be fine.

I'm going to cut my work hours next semester, which I'd already talked to Susan about, and everything will be fine.

Everything will be okay.

Now I just need to start breathing again.