From Panic to Presence: What Love Looks Like in a Trauma Episode

It wasn’t a romantic getaway. It wasn’t flowers, or candlelight, or sexy texts. It was a panic attack in the middle of a birthday dinner—with my mom. And he didn’t flinch.

“This one time I was having a lot of anxiety around my mom. You were just really actively present with me.” -Starlite the Oracle

That moment still lingers in my body.

We were early in our connection, still tiptoeing around newness, still figuring out if the long-distance spark had structure and potential. But something happened that night. Something that went deeper than flirtation or compatibility or common values.

I was spiraling quietly—dissociating, trying not to lose my grip.

“I was having a panic attack—like low-key trying to control a panic attack. It was my birthday. My mom took me out to dinner with a few others.”

I had already been feeling the buildup. I must’ve been declining mentally before I even sat down at that table. And I remember, so clearly, that he was just there, in my pocket—present, steady, checking in with me.

“You were very present with me, guiding me… and I remember I was like leaning on you—like really leaning on you to kind of get me through that. And I felt a lot of comfort and safety with you.”

You never made me feel like I was too much. You didn’t act like I was fragile. You didn’t make me feel embarrassed.

You just showed up. And that kind of showing up isn’t performative—it’s energetic.

It’s nervous system safety. It’s spiritual presence. It’s masculine protection, without ego or demand.

“You’re like, ‘If you need me, I’m here for you. Call me now and or afterwards.’”

I remember hesitating. I didn’t want to feel like a burden. But then he said it again—

“No, I want to talk. Do you need to talk on the phone?” "I remember he was pretty adamant on giving me that option.”

And we did. I took a quick five away from dinner and once the dust settled for the evening, we talked again for hours. And in those conversations, something in me unlocked.

“My body reacted—he really energized me, giving me a strong ‘yes’ in my body.”

It wasn’t logical. It wasn’t a pros-and-cons list. It was the body whispering: this is safe. this is good. this is real.

And from there, it didn’t slow down. It intensified.

“It just got stronger, you know… but I think we had 13 days in, we were like, ‘I’m pretty sure you’re my spouse.’” (And yes, we're now married)

People talk about love like it’s this linear journey. Meet. Date. Fall. Decide. Commit.

But for me—it was this moment.

Not the cute moments. Not the jokes or the “you’re so smart” admiration. Not even the sexual chemistry (which was building up). But this. This moment of panic. This moment of tenderness meeting terror.

This moment where the scared little girl in me reached out, and instead of being met with silence, or blame, or “you’re too much”…

I was met with:

“I want to talk.” “I’m here.” “You’re safe.”

That’s what love looks like in real-time. That’s what being loved through trauma looks like. That’s the medicine that healed something I didn’t even know was still bleeding. Love Isn’t Always Loud—It’s the Safety in the Silence

Not everyone will have this same story. But everyone deserves to feel this kind of love.

The kind that doesn’t panic when you panic. The kind that doesn’t need fixing or fanfare. The kind that doesn’t abandon you in your most tender moments.

This is how you know something is real:

• Not when someone says all the right words,

• But when they hold you through your unraveling.

• When their presence speaks louder than performance.

• When your nervous system finally exhales and says: home.
  

Because love isn’t just about attraction, shared interests, or even deep conversation.

Love is: What happens in the quiet. What happens when you break. What happens when you need, and they don’t shrink.

If you’re wondering whether a connection is real…Ask yourself this:

“Do I feel safe to fall apart around them?”

If not, that’s not love. That’s performance. If yes—you’ve found something holy.

This kind of love teaches you to stop mistaking adrenaline for chemistry. To stop chasing intensity over intimacy. To stop settling for people who only show up for your strength, but disappear when you’re soft, scared, or spiraling.

Real love holds. Real love steadies. Real love doesn’t flinch.

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