It was a Tuesday afternoon. I had been sitting in meetings since the morning and went to a well deserved lunch. After lunch the meeting continued; nothing special about it, no hard feelings or hot emotions, very ordinary. All of a sudden my heart started to beat and I had problems with my breathing; I did not get air enough, something stopped the access to my lungs. Breathing hard and deep didn’t help, it even made things worse. I started trembling and my head started to spin. I got myself together enough to say, “Excuse me, I have to go to the restroom. I’ll be right back”.
As I entered the restroom my heart was beating faster and I realized I had nothing to do in the restroom, I had nothing to do at the meeting table, it seemed like I had nothing to do anywhere. I need air, I said to myself. I ran out of the toilet and found the stair-case and ran down to the ground-floor. People looked strange at me, I guess my facial expression was weird and panicking. I arrived at the lobby and grabbed my key-card to pass through the security portal; it took such a long time, at least it seemed so.
I finally was outside the building and I felt weak and fatigued in my entire body, just like you feel when you have eaten too little and your blood-sugar drops under a certain level. It didn’t help; the fresh air even made me more dizzy, fatigued, and my heart was about to jump out from my chest. This must be a heart attack; I’m pretty sure I’m gonna die right here and right now with then the only way to prevent it was getting an ambulance immediately. I cannot stay here any longer, I must run back inside to the reception desk just behind the security portal and shout “call 911!!… I think I’m having a heart attack, I think I’m dying.”
I don’t remember how I was able to fumble my access key-card in the card reader of the security-portal. I just remember I made myself ready to shout what I was thinking to shout to the receptionist, but when I was about to start shouting the heart rate slowed down, the dizziness stopped and a warm calmness took over.
I went to the empty cantina, sat down and started to think; what the heck was this??? It took several hours before I became myself again. The bad thing is that it took several other attacks and several doctor visits before I got my diagnosis; I was suffering from panic attacks. First they sent me to a shrink; this did not help. Then they tried various medications such as Valium and related drugs. They helped for a few hours and the more drugs I used the fewer hours it took before I had to swallow the next tablet.
I started to drink alcohol in addition to the drugs and soon I suffered from substance addiction in addition to my panic anxiety. After a doctor consulting I was ordered to stop drinking alcohol; my liver was about to become damaged.
The worst thing with my attacks was that I could never predict when they actually came. As a rule nothing outside me or inside me that I knew about provoked them. They just came fast as a shot out of nowhere.
The years went by and fortunately I was able to get rid of my addictions and my liver was saved, but my attacks continued, some periods they came often and intense other periods not so often but I never knew when they would come. After trying all the treatments I thought were available I was about to resign and said to myself; “face it; this is something I have to live with; at least it’s not dangerous, it’s just “nerves”.
This didn’t make my life happier at all; the panic anxiety didn’t disappear and I started to get real depressed knowing that this was something I had to fight with the rest of my life. Was it really worth it?
About half a year ago, I stumbled upon an eBook about how to cope with panic attacks. Having read dozens of books on the topic without results, I wasn’t very keen on reading another collection of “lies” but for some reason I started skimming through the material on my screen.
Why? Because this book seemed to be different from the other books I’ve read. In the days that followed, I became more and more enticed to read this book thoroughly, so I printed it out and put the sheets in a binder.
Having read the printed version of this eBook three times, I decided to do exactly what it said and build a self-treatment regimen around it. This was half a year ago. I have not had even the slightest panic attack since then. My life is totally transformed; year after year I had several attacks per week.
Now I haven’t had one in half a year – half a year after I studied and applied the content of this eBook called “Panic Away”. If you or one of your loved ones are suffering from panic anxiety or attacks and you want more information about it or purchase it, Click Here. That’s all I want to say.
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