Last night something happened to me that hasn't happened in a very long time: I had a full-on panic attack. Tears and everything. Over something so very simply I couldn't tell you why it happened. Today, I'm in recovery mode, I think, pulling into myself to try to figure out why it happened and petting myself to reassure me that it is all ok.
It is all ok. Everything is going to be fine. When you can do this, you'll do it. Not before, and not forced. Don't worry.