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Attack of the Panic – My Panic Attack Experience

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*Article originally posted on March 12*

Oh yes! That’s the only way to describe how a panic attack begins. I had one last Sunday actually, the first one of the year. It wasn’t the first one I’ve experienced and it’s not the last one. Was I stressed? No. Was I upset about something? Nope.

My panic attack experience

I had the usual: sweaty palms, shaking, mind racing around like a hamster in its wheel and didn’t know what to do with myself. So I did the usual: turned off the telly, sat on the floor leaning against the sofa and concentrated purely on my breathing. My poor cat got confused and started climbing all over me thinking I wanted to play but she soon realised her human was in no playing mood. I sat there, pure and simple. Twenty minutes later I got up from my numb bum and made myself a cup of tea. 

So what caused it? No idea. I have accepted the fact I do not have an answer for why or how. Because it’s just as exhausting trying to find rhyme or reason to the scene as much as it is having the panic attack. It’s taken me a few years to learn this method of not overthinking ‘Oh gosh, what’s caused it this time?’ 

I don’t know about you, but I easily overthink the littlest things in life. That alone takes it out of you. It feeds the small chip on my shoulder known as the overeating anxiety imp. I feel it’s consumed enough emotion to have a dessert of panic attack emotions as well. 

Have a cuppa!

So I let it go. Yes, the panic attack happened, yes it took over my body and mind for a little time but I also overcame it. Will it happen again? Oh, I’m sure of it but I no longer dwell on the fact it will occur again. Then I’m back on the floor counting my breaths. The key for me… is the cuppa afterwards. 

It’s like a reward! I read this saying in an article a couple of years ago and now I have it placed on my fridge door, happy to share with you all. Take care, cope with your panic attacks the way you feel best/safe to do so and don’t fight it, flow with it.

When things are at their worst which, it has to be said, can be indescribably dreadful; sometimes the simplest of things are all that are bearable. For me, making a cup of tea and trying to entirely concentrate on that, and then drinking it slowly, can help a fraction.

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