For those of you who think anxiety attacks and panic attacks only happen to people with mental disorders like post-traumatic stress disorder, I'd like to share with you my story. You see, I used to think like that…
Until I had my first panic attack.
I had a great job, working for the state, and had been there for almost 21 years. I developed some foot problems that the doctor attributed to being on cement floors for all those years and had to have surgery to fuse some of the bones in my right foot. After surgery, I was laid up for almost three months where I couldn't drive and couldn't even walk for the first month. During this time, I pretty much sat in the house all the time.
When I finally got the go-ahead to be able to drive again, I was ecstatic and couldn't wait for my friend to take me home so I could get behind the wheel and go somewhere – ANYWHERE. I decided to go to the store and get some goodies for dinner, so I got in my car and began to head to the store.
On the way to the store, I got stuck in a bit of traffic and suddenly had the strangest feeling that something bad was about to happen. You know what I mean, that stomach sinking feeling that you get when something is wrong? I became really anxious yet I couldn't figure out why I was feeling anxiety.
The next thing I knew, I was having difficulty breathing and my heart was pounding so hard, it felt as if it would jump out of my chest. I had to pull off to the side of the road because I was shaking so bad that I was afraid I'd cause an accident. Eventually, after what seemed like hours, I was calm enough to begin driving again and I just headed home. I was leery of continuing on to the store because I didn't know if it would happen again.
Even though this freaked me out some, I figured that it was probably just because it had been so long since I had driven that the traffic had made me nervous. I shrugged it off and didn't give it much more thought at the time.
Two days later, it happened again. Not only did I have a hard time breathing but my chest tightened and I felt like I was having a heart attack. Again, I pulled off the road into a parking lot and just sat there for a while. When it finally let up and I felt safe to drive again, I went straight to my doctor's office. He told me that it wasn't unusual for people to have anxiety attacks after being laid up for a while and that they would go away if I just kept pushing through it and not giving in to the panic.
He was wrong.
It kept getting worse. At first, it would happen randomly; soon I was having a panic attack everytime I went out of the house. I stopped leaving the house after a few weeks because it got to the point that I would have a panic attack just thinking about leaving because I was terrified. My friends became concerned about me and tried to encourage me to go out with them but I would make up any excuse not to leave the house.
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Finally my best friend made me an appointment with a pyschiatrist and literally forced me to go to the appointment. The shrink put me on anti-depressants and told me that they would help. If you call not stopping the panic attacks and making me contemplate suicide helpful, sure, they helped all right. I had reached the end of my rope and was seriously thinking that I should be hospitalized. I didn't know what was wrong with me but I knew I couldn't keep living like this. As I sat in my apartment, just crying from sheer frustration and despair, I turned on my laptop and began to search for information on anxiety attacks and dealing with panic attacks. I found a discussion forum where people like me were talking about what they were going through. I joined, happy to at least have found people that would understand. One of those people told me about Panic Away, a system they said that offered anxiety cures without the drugs that were making me want to kill myself.
As I read the sales page, I felt like it was speaking straight to me. It said “You must learn to break the fear of having another panic attack” in order to end the control this anxiety was having over my life. That and more told me this guy knew what he was talking about and I immediately ordered. The price was one third of the cost of a month's worth of the useless medication the doctor had given me so I figured I didn't have anything to lose by giving it a try.
I eagerly devoured the information contained in the system and began to put it into practice. To be honest, I felt better than I had in months just reading it because this guy understood! If you've been in this situation, you know how important that is. Finally someone who gets it and isn't telling me that it isn't real or that I'm being a baby (yes, my doctor told me that!).
I was back in my car driving within 3 days and now, two months later, I am back to my old self again. No more drugs to play with my mind and no more hiding in my apartment. Panic Away offers anxiety cures and panic attack cures but what you get is freedom. Panic Away gave me back my freedom and it can give you back yours today.