I've often tried to compare the mental distress of panic with listening to several songs layered one on top of another. Song #1 represents one symptom. Song #2 represents another. Song #3 represents still another. Taken as a whole unit, the experience is disturbing and unnerving. But today, I found a single solitary song that comes pretty darn close to representing how a panic attack feels to me.
Now, I'm not one to judge the severity of someone else's anxiety level, but let me share a pet peeve of mine: I hate it when people use the phrase "panic attack" to describe a mild dilemma that clearly came nowhere close to launching them into that all-too-familiar downward spiral of shaking, tachycardia, dizziness, derealization, and air hunger.
I'm one of those oddballs who looked forward to the opportunity to raise my hand in class & ask questions.
Ashley opens up about the anxiety with which she's struggled since adolescence. She recounts the story of her very first panic attack and offers practical advice for fellow panic sufferers.
Becoming a writing athlete. Boy, I like that. I sure as heck can't get myself to the gym -- yeah, that whole agoraphobia thing, um -- but I can easily open up my laptop & say something fruitful each day. Right? Right!?!