Growing up whenever I got frustrated, my Dad would only make it worse by telling me to "breathe, Jesse, breathe". It angered me to no end then and a little now because he was obviously right. His sarcasm in his delivery could be the cause for the further frustration he could cause. Ha - Love you Daddy!
So now, he thinks it's hysterical that I am preaching and practicing breath awareness all the time. This is my fallback go to breathing exercise for when I feel panic arise - Elevator Breathing.
Go slow, count it out, ground yourself - your nerves, your focus and your heart will thank you. Happy Breathing!