Roll with the punches

It's been a few days now, I'm slowly recovering. No more nightmares, but when I least expect it, the anxiety attacks. How sick is that? Trying to convince myself that it's actually not that big of a deal, that all I need to do is get back out there and do it once more, but much better.
Maybe this is exactly what I need, at the end of it all, I might even feel much stronger, as everyone else says. But at the moment it sucks, and I keep asking myself, where the hell is my self-confidence? I better find it.