Psychic hurricanes and waterfalls have been part of my life since I developed panic anxiety disorder near the end of my six years living in Uganda. After over a year of fighting against debilitating symptoms of disorder, I fled--afraid of fear, afraid of Africa, afraid of everything. Weeks after leaving, through desperation, I found hope. Months after leaving, through humbling work, I found moments of stability. Years after leaving, moment by moment, I have experienced enough stability to know that abundant life is possible with a disordered psyche.