It is Very Hard Not to Lose Hope

The first time I had a panic attack, I seriously thought it was “curtains” for me and it was going to be the last day of my life. I was 24 years old, living in a townhouse with room mates I didn’t really like and facing a ton of pressure and stress in every area of my life. I went to the emergency room that first time because I was sure I was having a seizure or heart attack or some other catastrophic issue. When the doctors there told me it was a panic attack, I was really shocked. I had never heard of that before; I couldn’t recall any of my friends ever talking about it either.

I thought it was a one-time incident until about a year later when I had another attack in the middle of a large grocery store. I was sweating and shaking so badly that I had to sit down in the middle of the floor. My cart went rolling on without me as I curled up in a ball and tried desperately to keep on breathing. I was hyperventilating so much that I almost passed out. I was seeing black dots in my vision and everything.

That was last year and ever since then I have been on a mission to find a Panic Attacks Cure. I know there is no way that I can keep on living with that kind of stress and terror. I want to go on with my life and be able to do normal things like go to the store! I’ve been reading a lot about the subject online and there is a lot of information available about Panic Attacks Cure which has given me a good idea of where to get started. I am willing to try anything at this point.

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