Last week, I felt off kilter for a few days. Panic attacks were daily visitors. Exhaustion my enemy; sleep my friend.
I wrote the following when I was in the midst of a panic attack to try and distract myself and to document what happens to me physically when one occurs:
- My ears are ringing.
- My hands are numb.
- My vision is blurred.
- My stomach is churning.
- My head hurts.
- I feel dizzy.
- I can’t get enough air into my lungs.
- I feel something horrible is about to happen.
- I want to flee my home.
- I’m in a full blown panic attack!
- There’s nothing anyone can do to make me feel better. Time is what I need. It’s time I want to speed up, but I can’t make it do so.
- I just took medication to help, but the 15 to 20 minutes it takes to start working is really going to suck.
Yes, it really sucks to live with panic. I am lucky in that I have a strong support system in place. Mainly my husband who knows while he can’t stop the panic he can be patient and loving while it’s happening. That’s a big blessing to me.
The difference between anxiety and panic is anxiety is situational while panic comes out of the blue for no apparent reason. One minute I’ll feel perfectly fine and the next panic strikes. I have both anxiety and panic.
I’m usually a happy, optimistic person except on the dark days. During that time I’m all over the map emotionally.
I know I’ll be alright. During this time I need to rest and get back into a positive mindset as I know this too shall pass.