panic attacks
Sudden periods of intense fear. But remember, you're not alone.
Mental Health - Panic Attack
Sometimes I feel like my brain turns to jelly, and slides out of my ears into a puddle on the floor around my feet. So I’m left with a hollow coconut skull, slipping up on my own thoughts. This results in a complete inability to carry out every day tasks without freaking out massively, and making giant astral comets out of tiny little moon craters.
By Laura Rose4 years ago in Psyche
Letters to my mental health
Hey there Panic. It's 3.55pm on a Monday afternoon. The weather is gloomy and I didn't sleep well. I should be working but you have decided to come and see me. It feels like it has been a while. It's not so nice to have you around again that sounds horrible but it's true. Every time you turn up uninvited to my house you break plates and leave a mud trail across the floor and I am not sure how much more I can take. It would be nice if you atleast cleaned up after yourself but I always feel in a mess when you leave. Just once I ask you Panic, to at least throw some of your rubbish away instead of leaving it with me. It's kind of tiring clearing up after you.
By TheAdventuresOfRoo4 years ago in Psyche
Panic Attacks & Playlists
I can’t say for sure when my first panic attack was. The first one I remember happened when I was 21. I finished an episode of The Office and the next thing I knew, I was face down on the living room carpet in tears, unable to catch my breath, and utterly bewildered as to why. Nearly a decade later, I still don’t have an answer. This is little more than a snapshot memory to me; I know there were incidents before and many know there have been incidents since. They’ve grown and changed, as I have, and while I still haven’t cracked the formula indicative of their cause, there are certain signs I’ve become well acquainted with:
By Sarah Sackett4 years ago in Psyche
I'm Not Dying...
Just An Anxious Kid When I was in 5th grade, I had my first major panic attack. It was around the time I'd be going to bed, and I was just sitting in my room. The heart palpitations came first. Next was the shortness of breath, followed by lightheadedness. Shortly after came the internal shutdown. My stomach dropped. My entire body went numb. I couldn't feel a single thing. Finally, there was a massive burst of adrenaline. The fight or flight kicked in. I sprung out of bed and did a few laps around the house. This continued until my mom finally found me and calmed me down. I remember wanting to get up and move so I could bring some feeling back to my body. Anything just to keep myself alive. I seriously thought I was going to have a heart attack and die. This was a fear I've never felt before. It was the first time I remember completely losing control of my body.
By Mary Molluso4 years ago in Psyche
I don't know.
Trapped. Trapped. Trapped. Forcing myself to hear the keyboard clicks that refuse to let me sleep even if I could. God knows I want to - or do I? I don't know anymore. That's my answer for most things; sometimes I feign ignorance and other times I don't. I just don't know.
By Hannah Marsh4 years ago in Psyche
The Noise in my Head
Like many Latinas, my mom was raised to be of service to everyone except herself: to her husband, her children, her in-laws. Growing up in a poverty-stricken neighborhood in Mexico, she helped her own mother raise 18 children. With no formal education beyond the sixth grade, she came to the US in her 20’s and worked in low-wage jobs to send money to her mother. She remained in low-wage jobs her entire life to help support our own family.
By Yvonne Castaneda4 years ago in Psyche
I had a panic attack again
So, I had another panic attack. It came out of nowhere and I remembered I usually write about what I experienced; I know it helps some people and it helps me track how frequent they are. Ironically, I can't remember where I wrote the last one or when it happened but it was definitely over 6 months ago. I get at least a handful of intrusive thoughts every day, usually, ones that the demon in my head knows will upset me. Memories of when people did me dirty, memories of something someone close to me said, events that resulted in me becoming numb enough to take the fall to stop an argument, memories of people destroying everything that's meant to make a birthday special. I have no control over them. And I relive them every day as if they just happened. And it's not even one isolated thought; one happens and then everything the demon can possibly conjure up will follow. I haven't been to a doctor about it, but after the attack this week, I need to get some help at some point.
By Bushra Shahriar4 years ago in Psyche