panic attacks
Sudden periods of intense fear. But remember, you're not alone.
Inside Her Head
Besides the faint glow of a street lamp, her room was smothered in darkness, and anybody looking in would easily miss the small heap of flesh on the floor. She lay crumpled up on the cold, hard ground and screamed silently as the hot tears seared the carpet beneath her. Every now and then, her fist pounded the floor, an unconscious protest against emotions altogether. But all that truly remained was the black. The silence. And herself.
By Fathima Rafeek8 years ago in Psyche
The Panic Room
If I were to be asked the question, "What does a common panic attack feel like from your perspective?" I would say, "It is kind of like being left outside, overnight, during a winter's storm. When you realize that you are locked out of your home, the loneliness truly starts to become a reality. The adrenaline now begins to fade away and your frostbitten fingers tips are tingling. Suddenly, fear is my best friend and I begin to lose air in my lungs." Here I am once again alone with nothing but rampant thoughts and claustrophobia because in that moment, I am vulnerable. A quick life lesson here... you will make it through this visit to the Panic Room and you will learn to shut off those rampant thoughts.
By James Brownback8 years ago in Psyche
Coping With Panic Attacks
As someone who has frequent panic attacks I am always in need for ways to deal with them and, when I’m going through one, lead them to conclusion. I live alone and helping myself through and out of one lies pretty much on me, myself. Through this I have learned of ways to deal with panic attacks if one lives alone or has one without someone to help around. This bank of knowledge has been accumulated from advice I’ve been given by professionals, things I’ve seen on TV, information I’ve gathered through self-help guides, or by my own experiences.
By Ayesha Javed8 years ago in Psyche
21 Questions & Counting...
Out of the ordinary, with loads of things to say. A million things to think of but minimal to put into words. I know this doesn't make sense yet, I know it's difficult to decipher what this is really all about but the easiest way of putting across what I'm typing is, do you feel me? Can you get what I'm trying to say in all these mixed up words (that technically don't even make sense together) without having to actually think about it?
By Anne-Marie Macleod8 years ago in Psyche
5 Ways to Help a Friend with Panic Attacks
Watching a loved one suffer from panic attacks is a terrible thing to witness. It’s even worse when you have absolutely no idea on how to handle the situation. Do you sit and stare? Ask them if they’re okay? Call for an ambulance?! Panic?!!
By Angi Bartlett8 years ago in Psyche
Managing Your Anxiety During Stressful Situations at Work
So, you’ve started your day with the best intentions possible. Maybe you did some positive affirmations in the morning to help you set your goals for the day. Maybe you left your house feeling less anxious than usual, or maybe it’s just a regular day. You get to work and settle in for the long haul, but then you receive an email regarding upcoming layoffs in your department and begin to feel anxious. An hour later, an email pops up from your manager asking you to step into the meeting room. Upon entering the room you see your manager, their supervisor, and a representative from HR. You feel your heart palpitate, your palms sweat, and your body tremble. How do you handle yourself in a professional manner when you’re already on the brink of an anxiety attack?
By Alicia Lynn8 years ago in Psyche
How to Get Through a Panic Attack
Extreme anxiety and panic attacks can often overwhelm your senses. Going through either of them can be draining both physically and mentally. Of course, each person has different symptoms and triggers, but the fact that panic attacks are exhausting is universal.
By Angi Bartlett8 years ago in Psyche
Coping With Panic Disorder
You know that feeling all too well, am I right? The one that makes your heart beat a-million-miles-a-minute, and your chest cave in. The chills, trying to remember how to breathe, the tingling—the list goes on and on. Panic attacks are no joke. You can be laughing with friends one minute and inconsolable the next. Thankfully, after much trial and error, I have created a list of tips that work to help me get through those horrid attacks.
By Destinee Howard8 years ago in Psyche
Sensory Overload
Sensory Overload My father throws a drape over my shoulders while tightly fastening the cloth around my neck. Uncomfortable, I re-adjust my bare feet on the stool too small for my 6'5" frame. His aged brown leather suitcase, spun to 9-1-6, unlocked & open, engraved with initials, R.S.K. My father's name, Randy Scott Shannon. He always told me that the K was silent. The hand-sewn burgundy pouches cradle matte black clippers, black plastic combs, clashing blue-orange spray can, stainless steel scissors with a comb on one blade, and roughly torn paper squares with a brief list of friends' preferred haircuts. My bare skin, sensitive to the cool lick that the seat gives off, awakens me. Fresh out of the shower on a Sunday morning. He found the suitcase in a yard sale, of a deceased man back in '84. He bought himself the present when he graduated from Barber School. This was our time. He cut my hair in Trimesters it seemed-we ran a loose schedule.
By Rylan Shannon8 years ago in Psyche
The Battle of a Day
Days are filled with bouts of anger and oceans of tears forming in my eyes. I have no control over my emotions or how they choose to seep through me. The demons inside me lash out at the ones I hold dear, and there's nothing I can do about it. Everyday I wake up in a whirlwind of feelings, sitting at my desk, I weep uncontrollably, for no apparent reason. When the tears have been shed, my hands clench hard into fists until my nails make deep indents in my palms. Again, for no reason that is clear. I'm angry and I'm sad and I'm nervous. I can't stop thinking about things I don’t want to be thinking about, things I shouldn’t be thinking about. Even if I try to focus my mind on something else, the memories still play in the background like elevator music. Still there, still wanting to be heard. I can’t take it anymore. I can feel myself getting bad again, but I don’t know what to do about it. I don’t know how to help myself. The bottles of empty wine are starting to build up in my cupboards. Each one pushing the angst of my soul a little further down. But after the buzz subsides, it come back up flooding my veins and entire nervous system. I know it's not healthy, but anything beats the pills.
By Jessica Rasile8 years ago in Psyche
