How I with panic attacks: part 1
Hello, dear readers. I have long wanted to write about what I managed to survive, faced with panic attacks, and I want to share this with you in this article.
It all started when I was in high school. I and my group of friends went to the city day, so to say <<note>> walked until the morning, and then fell asleep sitting on the benches. After a little sleep, we went to the village of a friend, there was his dacha. We bought tickets, got on the bus and just after 20 minutes as we left there was a feeling that I forgot how to breathe, my heart started pounding wildly, my palms were sweating, the feeling that I was dying. I wanted to run out and go on foot, but I still had 30 minutes to go, as if the brain itself says get out and you will feel better)) I held out, but I feel better. at the time, I didn't understand why this was happening....
After this time, I had a melting fear of driving in vehicles, every time I went, I repeated the same story with feelings. Therefore, at the first feeling of discomfort, I started not to reach the final route, but to reach it. Another situation: when I went with my parents to my grandmother, I had to go for about an hour, during this time I was twisted, I turned white and asked my father to stop which he did everything was almost like the first time but I had a feeling of a weak pulse and slow time, a gag reflex I was doused with water and everything got better;) And this continued in various forms throughout the time of the realizations. I had to change, in 2014 I changed my diet, started to engage in full self-development it got better, but the fictional symptoms did not go away completely.
Next step, I'm being drafted into the army. The most important and strange thing for me was that everything changed. Not even the summons to the army itself, but the day when my family and friends saw me off, for some reason I was not particularly happy to see them. When I went to the train, carrying rations and bags of food, everything fell out of my hands. But as soon as I got on the train, I was happy to be leaving here....
haven't had a single symptom since I got on the train, served, and returned home
I apologize for the translation, I live in Russia I am 25 years
How I with panic attacks: part 1
Hello, dear readers. I have long wanted to write about what I managed to survive, faced with panic attacks, and I want to share this with you in this article. It all started when I was in high school. I and my group of friends went to the city day, so to say <<note>> walked until the morning, and then fell asleep sitting on the benches. After a little sleep, we went to the village of a friend, there was his dacha. We bought tickets, got on the bus and just after 20 minutes as we left there was a feeling that I forgot how to breathe, my heart started pounding wildly, my palms were sweating, the feeling that I was dying. I wanted to run out and go on foot, but I still had 30 minutes to go, as if the brain itself says get out and you will feel better)) I held out, but I feel better. at the time, I didn't understand why this was happening....
After this time, I had a melting fear of driving in vehicles, every time I went, I repeated the same story with feelings. Therefore, at the first feeling of discomfort, I started not to reach the final route, but to reach it. Another situation: when I went with my parents to my grandmother, I had to go for about an hour, during this time I was twisted, I turned white and asked my father to stop which he did everything was almost like the first time but I had a feeling of a weak pulse and slow time, a gag reflex I was doused with water and everything got better;) And this continued in various forms throughout the time of the realizations. I had to change, in 2014 I changed my diet, started to engage in full self-development it got better, but the fictional symptoms did not go away completely. Next step, I'm being drafted into the army. The most important and strange thing for me was that everything changed. Not even the summons to the army itself, but the day when my family and friends saw me off, for some reason I was not particularly happy to see them. When I went to the train, carrying rations and bags of food, everything fell out of my hands. But as soon as I got on the train, I was happy to be leaving here....
haven't had a single symptom since I got on the train, served, and returned home I apologize for the translation, I live in Russia I am 25 years