Sometimes I catch myself humming in the kitchen, and it's a song I used to only play on repeat during the absolute worst of my panic attacks. The weirdest things become little reminders of how far I've come. I still sometimes flinch at certain ringtones, ones that blared from my phone during the endless calls with doctors and insurance. It's like a phantom limb – the anxiety still twinges even though that fight is long over. The smell of bleach still makes my stomach clench, even though I'm not scrubbing toilets to survive anymore. It's funny, the things our bodies remember even when our minds try to forget.