Morning Heathens! I only say that cause it’s like 7 a.m. and I’m wide awake (at least, that’s when I’m starting this). I feel kind of better, although admittedly the medicine I’m on is making me have some really crazy dreams. I’m not sure how much energy I have but I think I have enough to actually work on this. Although, this is mostly because I want to work on this.
So the other day, a good friend of mine asked me to explain more about panic attacks and anxiety. He told me his new girlfriend had these episodes but he wasn’t exactly sure what to do for them and he didn’t want to ask her about it. I gave him a brief run down of what I go through, then I tried to find him some articles or something helpful but I never really found anything I liked.
It’s not that they’re bad articles, it’s just that they don’t really tell you what’s going on in the person’s head and I don’t get how someone can actually help if there isn’t something somewhere saying “this is what they’re probably thinking.”
I’m not saying everyone thinks the same as me though by writing about this. I’m just trying to be helpful to others who suffer like I do and be helpful to the ones that love us and have to watch us suffer. I know openly admitting some of this stuff is probably going to make me sound co-dependent and weak as hell. Maybe that’s why people don’t really write about it. Whatever the reason, if you can’t deal with me being open and sharing my experiences then please stop reading now. If you genuinely want to get a sneak peek inside someone’s mind in regards to this stuff, then hopefully you’ll get what you came for.
I never really understood what was going on with me when I had my first couple panic attacks. It was maybe junior year of high school and it was getting significantly worse. At the time I had a friend that liked to do that self-diagnosing stuff. I told her what I was feeling and she was like “sounds like panic attacks.” I Googled and did my own research, and all the symptoms where there in a nut shell but I never told people what I thought was happening. I didn’t want meds, and I still don’t want meds. My reasoning for this was because after doing the research, and finally getting up the nerve to talk to my mom about it, I discovered she was taking a pill that she called her “nerve tablet.” It was basically supposed to help calm down people like me who couldn’t deal with stuff. One day stuff got really bad and she had me take one (bad idea, I know, but I was 17 and scared). Well, I decided I didn’t like it because it turned everything off. And I mean everything. I was numb, and I said stuff without thinking and I thought to myself “geez, I could really hurt someone on this stuff.”
When I was a Junior, it felt mild most of the time. This was during a time I was struggling in school; I was losing friends and worried about college. I was also really worried about getting old. I would be in a store and it would start off really simple. I would notice that I was surrounded by old people and start to freak out. My heart rate would increase, I would feel dizzy, and anxiety would overwhelm me. I would find myself detached from the rest of my surroundings while staring at an elderly person and I would just think “Oh shit. That’s gonna be me. I’m gonna die like that. I’m gonna look like that” and the main fear was that this was going to hit me sooner rather than later. I knew I was 17, but it felt like I was going to blink and turn into that.
This went on for a long time without me ever really telling people what was going on. And it’s bad because no one ever really thinks something is wrong with you. When you’re walking around in public and carrying on about as usual, people just kind of look at you and they probably think “Oh, well they look like a deer caught in the headlights” but no one really asks you what’s wrong. I would go with my grandpa to get groceries every week when this was carrying on and he never noticed that I was mentally freaking out. But I guess that’s really the whole point in a way. It’s an inward battle. The person who feels it knows it’s going on. Whether or not you know what’s going on depends on how far it escalates.
For example, the first time I had one with my whole family around was about senior year. We went to some small concert downtown and I thought I could handle it. I wanted to handle it. I love music, and festivals are always fun, and I really needed a break from Senior exams. I’m already a paranoid person though when it comes to public outings so when I saw someone I didn’t care for while there, my senses were heightened. I wanted to avoid confrontation so I went out of my way to scan the crowds and dodge them.
I think anyone who has panic attacks honestly can’t deal with conflict well. You know how Cas acts on Supernatural when his brain is basically turned to mush because Lucifer is in his head? And the scene where Dean is going to argue with him and he’s just like “I don’t like conflict” and poofs into thin air. That’s basically us in a nutshell. We’re runners, we bolt at the first sign of an altercation simply because we don’t want to deal with it triggering an attack.
So there I was, doing my best to avoid this person and enjoy myself. I was okay for a while until it got time for the show to start. Suddenly there were fireworks and people pushing me around in the crowd and screaming and that’s when it started. The band started to play and I couldn’t even make out what they were saying. It all just blurred, and the faces in the crowd blurred, and I felt like I was going to black out. Eventually I made my way over to a grassy area and stood apart from everything yet that didn’t help me. Something was still wrong. My heart wouldn’t stop racing, I was hyperventilating, on the verge of tears because I was scared but I wasn’t even sure what I was scared of. My aunts had been the ones to take me to the show, so I started begging one of them to take me home. They asked what was wrong and all I could say was “I don’t feel good.”
Now I’m not sure how typical this response is for other people, but it’s pretty typical for me. If someone asks me if I’m okay and I answer with that then they ask what’s wrong and I say something like “I don’t know, I’m not sure, I just don’t feel like myself” etc. chances are, I’m probably about to have an attack. It’s just this thing that I can’t really control and it always starts off with me not feeling so good. I’ll feel lightheaded or out of touch with my surroundings or my stomach will feel all knotted and twisted.
Yet, my family didn’t know this was my typical response, and at the time I didn’t know either. My family still doesn’t really get that it’s my typical response but I have close friends who understand better now. At any rate, when I told my aunt I wanted her to take me home, she actually got mad and accused me of being a “drama queen.”
Let me pause here to be very, very clear. DON’T EVER SAY THIS, EVER. NEVER, EVER, EVER.
We know that we’re freaking out; we don’t know why we’re freaking out. Yeah we feel like we’re being over dramatic, but for some God awful reason, something inside us is begging us to go before something bad overtakes us and swallows us whole. If you’re with someone like this and they ask if they can leave, please just be understanding and let them leave. Sometimes we can walk away from the situation for about half an hour, come back, and be fine. But if you make us stay, it’s not going to end well.
However, if you call us a “drama queen” or saying we’re being “overdramatic,” tell us to “suck it up,” or insist “it’s almost over,” then chances are we’re never going to trust you enough to tell you something’s wrong again. To this day I can’t go somewhere with my aunts and be like “okay, I’m having an episode, I need a breather.” I’m not sure about everyone else with panic attacks, but I know I’m one of those people who will legit suffer in silence. I won’t tell you something’s wrong at the risk of “being a bother” or “nag.” It’s honestly really worse for me if it’s at a place that means a lot to the person. I may not feel like I can deal with it, but because it’s important to them that I be that for whatever reason, I’ll keep my mouth shut despite the raging little monster in my head insisting that I need to get out.
This went on for the next few years in regards to my family. We’d go somewhere, I’d start feeling borderline claustrophobic or agoraphobic, yet I’d keep my mouth shut because I had agreed to go and I knew the risks. In my head, it would be punishing them for foolishly thinking I could handle myself.
Then the day came that I had the worst panic attack ever. My mom and I haven’t always seen eye to eye. Here lately we’re a lot better but there was one point where it was really bad. I felt like I couldn’t talk to her about the stuff going on in my life. I actually felt like I had no one I could talk to about the stuff going on. I had isolated myself and spent so much time locked away in my room that I didn’t know how to function properly anymore. I felt like some broken down machine someone had tossed into an empty room and just left there to gather dust. Like most things that go on ignored and neglected, it eventually came to a head and we got in this really huge fight. It was a fight so bad that I was actually going to pack up and leave when it hit me that I had nowhere to go.
That’s when it hit me. It was a wave that crashed into me. I was in the kitchen, grabbing a garbage bag to put my shit in when out of nowhere it came. And she didn’t even know what was wrong with me. She knew we were arguing; she was aware that both parties were hurt, but she had no clue about the monster in my head. And that’s legit what it feels like for me; some god awful little monster that likes to torment me.
Next thing I know, I’m sitting in front of the fridge crying and I can’t stop. Or breathe either. It felt like I was drowning, like I was suffocating and I couldn’t control it. The worst part was, my aunts and cousins were at the house too so they had no clue what was going on and in my fit of hysteria I couldn’t even tell them what was wrong. I wanted to bolt, to run, to disappear. And for the first time ever since really having one of these things, I had the strongest urge to die. I wanted to die. It just hurt that bad. I was shaking, I couldn’t say anything other than “I can’t do this anymore” over and over, my chest felt like someone had taken a hammer and whacked it a few hundred times, I didn’t want to move, I couldn’t look people in the eye. They offered me water, but I refused. I felt extremely cold, as if I was suddenly dropped in the middle of Alaska without a jacket. My hands were numb, for whatever reason. I remember I kept trying to pop my knuckles but everything just felt so weird. This went on for almost an hour before I finally calmed down.
But those are just the physical effects, the stuff the people around us can see. Internally it’s different. There’s a war, and we’re trying to fight it. God help me, I try to fight it, or ignore it, or brush it off. Yesterday I saw this quote and it said, “don’t trust the things your heart tells you when it’s sad.” I kept looking at it then decided that if it was mine and I could claim it, I would have changed it to “don’t trust the things your mind tells you when your heart is sad.”
For me, that’s the core of my battles. It’s between my head and my heart. So while my family saw me freaking out and thought I just needed to calm down, my mind decided it needed to run rampant. I was sad because of the fight, I was unhappy because of everything going on. I think as a species, our minds are kind of cruel. I can’t say everybody’s is, but I know mine is because that’s when it kicked it.
“You should just die, they’re better off without you, they don’t want you around anyway, they never wanted you anyway, they’re stuck with you, they don’t really care that you’re suffering right now, they think you’re crazy, you know that right? This is all your fault anyways. They don’t love you, in fact nobody does.”
Imagine that right there. So while you have some unknown force hammering away at your chest, you also have your mind playing tricks on your heart and telling you all this really horrible stuff. It’s not something I do on purpose either. It just comes out of some deep, dark crevasse in my mind where it likes to stay hidden. Then during a panic attack that’s really bad, that involves conflict with another person, it likes to come out. It lies and tries to tell me it’s version of what the people around me are thinking. And like a dummy that’s in a moment of weakness, I believe the damn thing.
Again though, this could be different for everyone. Some people may not even have an evil little voice in their head insisting all this stuff. Some people could just go completely blank and not be able to think at all, just stare off into the distance and hope they snap out of it. Whatever they’re experiencing, don’t make them feel like they’re crazy. That’s really the worst thing you can do. We understand something is wrong with us and just because we can’t explain it right and you can’t see it, doesn’t mean it’s any less real to us.
It’s a lot to take in. Not everyone knows how to handle being with someone like this. My friend described himself as feeling “useless” but in all honesty I admire him for wanting to know more about it. Not every person is willing to learn, or put up with someone like this. I feel like his girlfriend is pretty damn lucky cause this dude is about my age and he could move on to easier conquests yet he’s trying to do the adult thing and find a way to help her out. In all honesty, I can’t really see someone putting up with me like this at times. Although, I’ve been surprised. My closest friends, we’ll call them Thing 1 and Thing 2 for the sake of keeping everything professional, have been doing pretty well and trying to understand me. (Thing 1, I’ve known longest, Thing 2 is the one still in training).
Whether or not people who have panic attacks are more prone to be scared of relationships though, I can’t honestly say. Though it is important to note that people who often feel lonely are more likely to have panic attacks. This feeling is something I’ve struggled with for a large portion of my life. There were times when I just felt completely misunderstood and periods where I felt like I didn’t matter to anyone. It was actually considerably worse when I would find people
who I thought I meant a lot to and then they would suddenly flip on me. This is honestly the reason why I now have issues with relationships. I’ve had so many people suddenly change up on me in the blink of an eye that sometime I feel like I’m actually waiting for it to happen again. It takes awhile to go away. Thing 1 has been my best friend for over a year and a half now and it took a few months before I felt like he wasn’t going to abandon me.
It also honestly doesn’t help that my first attempt at a relationship anything was really rocky and for a long time I felt like I was inside my own personal hell. I won’t go into a lot of the gory details, and I’m certainly not going to bash anybody. It was a learning experience to say the least. Although admittedly it makes me pessimistic to a degree about future endeavors. It works the same way as panic attacks do to a degree. Most people, if they have a panic attack in a certain place, then they start to expect an attack whenever they go there and it makes them all the more anxious. Now imagine having a relationship that feels like a never-ending panic attack. If you’re trying to go back into another one, you’re probably going to be terrified of history repeating itself.
Now I don’t know if everyone with panic disorder does this, but I notice everything. And I legit mean everything. If a person stops talking to me as much as they use to, I notice. If they’ve suddenly got a different attitude toward me, I notice. I notice the little things they do, and I notice when they suddenly stop. If you give me a nickname and if I decide I like it and get attached to it, then you suddenly take it away, I’ll notice. I notice every change, good or bad, and I’m the type of person where I won’t say anything right away. Especially if it bothers me. In the beginning, I’ll try to come up with excuses, reasons for the change. I’ll downplay it and act like it’s whatever but sooner or later it gets to me and then when I actually try to talk to the person about it, it comes out way worse than it probably should. Of course, this could just be because of how the last person handled these situations and me. Whenever I brought it up, they would describe whatever I was missing or wanted back as a perk of the cupcake phase. Then they’d insist this phase was over and yada yada.
Needless to say, it’s made me wary. If things start off really great with all sunshines and rainbows and butterflies, the back of my mind is always wondering when it’s going to rain. Or even worse, when this stuff I really loved was going to be taken away from me. Sometimes I would dwell on it too much and it would send me into a frenzy and I’d have a small panic attack. It wouldn’t be so bad that it would make me shut down completely, but I would just stare blankly at the wall trying to breathe and wonder how in the name of all that was holy it had got to such a bad point. Then I’d criticize myself for thinking I needed this “cupcake phase” stuff, and insist that he was right and I was obviously the one with a problem. Our worst argument sometimes was actually over a damn nickname like I just mentioned before. He called me something, I liked it, he stopped, and I suddenly wondered what I did wrong for him to take it away. But like the little champ I tried to be, I’d ignore it, and then end up just bringing it up at a really random time that was never good for either of us.
In all honestly, if it were to happen again, I’d probably make the same mistake. That’s kind of the truly sad part. I’d rationalize it, I’d settle, I wouldn’t bring it up until I was on the verge of self-destruction. And it’s not that I’d do it that way because of my past. It would just be something I’d rationalize as the person has gotten tired of putting up with me, of entertaining that side of me. I’m terrified of being in another relationship that has this phase and then it suddenly ups and disappears. But even if it did, I wouldn’t want to bother whomever I’m with about it. I mean yeah, it would matter to me, but it obviously doesn’t matter to them if they stopped so what’s the point? I would treat the situation like I treat my panic attacks. I’d suffer in silence. I’m not saying everyone with panic disorder acts this way, but I know I’m the type of person where I don’t really want to burden other people with what’s going on. So if I can deal with the attack alone, I’ll do it. And if I can deal with these thoughts alone, I’ll do it.
Just like I notice everything though, if you’re going to be with someone with this type of thing, you need to be able to notice everything too. You have to learn to read the room and read your partner. Not everything is going to be obvious, but eventually you’ll get the hang of it. You don’t need to know all their triggers at once, but the fact that you care enough to learn them is going to mean the world to us.
One of the things I do when I’m not feeling it is I’ll want a hug. Now Thing 1 lives miles and miles away from me, but he knows if I message him randomly saying “-hugs-,” then that’s his cue that something is up. It’s my secret way of reaching out. I’ve done this with other people over the years, but he’s the only one that ever connected the dots. Thing 2 might have connected the dots, but I can’t say. Like I said, he’s still in training. Thing 2 does get props though for learning my facial expressions. There’s been a few times when I’ve stared off randomly and my demeanor changed and he was able to sense it and ask what was wrong. Tone is an indicator for me as well, and whether or not I’m being talkative. I can talk up a storm but when an attack hits, I can’t really think of what to say. It’s like my brain stops functioning and forming words for the outside world and starts focusing on saying stuff to me internally.
Anything can really trigger it. A memory, a sound, a weird feeling we get. If you’re with us, you’re not going to be able to protect us from the world. You can’t pity us and then try to put us in some plastic bubble. If we want to make an attempt at going somewhere we’re scared could trigger the attack, then let us go. Don’t baby us, just be there for us and comfort us. Of course, whoever you’re with could be the type of person that just rather be alone. If that’s the case, then just let them have their space. But, and this is just my opinion, I wouldn’t leave them completely alone. Make an effort to check in on them so that they know that if they need you they can count on you. Me personally, I don’t really like being left alone to my own devices. I rather have a hug, and for some really odd and unexplainable reason, the sound of another person’s heartbeat can silence everything going wrong for me. It’s just kind of nice to hear a normal heart when your own is acting out of control.
Now this article I saw, it mentioned being able to read the room if you’re with someone that has panic and anxiety issues. That one I agree with of course, but some of them I don’t really think are fair. The article kind of makes it seem like being with the person is more of a job and that’s the last thing I would want anyone to feel if they’re with me. Again, I can’t speak for everyone with panic disorder, but I know I sure as hell don’t want to feel like your burden, or your hassle. And the moment I feel that way, I’m going to withdraw from you completely. It’s bad enough that I have to deal with this, but if you feel like I’m making your life worse and forcing you to deal with it, then I’m not going to share stuff with you in regards to it. Which is honestly really sad because like I just said, I don’t like being left alone to my own devices. It’s scary.
At any rate, a link to the article is here, so you can see it for yourself. Number 7 says the people tend to be really manic and overwhelming. I kind of have issues with this because I know I’m overwhelming but I don’t mean to be overwhelming. The info under it says it’s not easy living with an anxiety stricken person and describes it as “exhausting.” Again, it’s making it sound like a chore. I may be biased but if you feel this way about the person you’re with, I don’t think you’re right for them. I mean, eventually you’re just going to get sick of their “bullshit” and feel like they’re holding you back from having a peaceful life, and that’s just going to lead to resentment. But like I keep saying, this is just my opinion.
I want to take a moment to expand on this though. They call it overwhelming here and while I agree, it’s not all bad. At least, when it comes to me it isn’t. I can’t say other people with panic disorder are like this, but if I’m in a relationship with someone, I want to be all in. That being said, I only know 2 extremes. I’m either all in, or I’m completely numb to whether or not I want to keep you around. If I’m all in, I’m probably going to be clingy, and down right annoying, and I’ll notice changes if you stop doing stuff you used to. But being this way with you isn’t all bad. I’m more likely to tell you that it bothers me if I’m all in verses if I’m numb. But if I’m numb, I’m not attached to you and you’re not going to get all of me. The issue is, not everyone can deal with clingy. So while it may be cute in the beginning, the moment you act differently toward it, I’m more likely to back off and consider going back to being numb. I don’t know how to be in between. I try to find a way to be what people want, but it’s really hard. Either you get all of me, or you only get one piece and that’s it. Thing 1 right now gets all of me. I tag him in random shit all the time, even when he’s sleeping. Hell if I really need him I’ll even call him at 3 a.m. just because I know I can and he’s not annoyed by me. With Thing 2 on the other hand, he gets all of me, but not like Thing 1. Sometimes I tag him in stuff, but a lot of times I just end up saving the pictures and consider showing them to him later but I never do. This isn’t because I’m detached from him though. I’m just not sure he can handle me like Thing 1 can. Plus some of the stuff is down right cheesy and like I said, not everyone can deal with someone being that extreme.
I think the reason I’m like this, is because the panic attacks feel really intense, and everything else for me feels really intense. And if it doesn’t feel intense, then I’m usually indifferent to it. For example, driving fast is an adrenaline rush for me; it’s like a little high. So is listening to music really loud and getting goose bumps from it. I can feel everything in that moment. Then the second the moment is over, I’m back to normal mode where I spend most of the day feeling like a robot. If you’re someone I hold close to me, I rather you be a high for me. I want to laugh with you till my sides hurt, and all that other fun stuff and then if I’m feeling bad, I want to feel your comfort. And the only way I’m going to feel your comfort is if I’m all in. But if you’re someone I’m indifferent to, you’re not going to be able to help me.
All in all, if you’re with someone like this and they’re clingy or sometimes even down right annoying, be gentle. If you like it or can handle it then that’s awesome. If you can’t, then be careful when approaching the subject. Don’t make them think that everything they do annoys you. And don’t let them walk away from the conversation thinking that they mean any less to you. That was always my biggest issue in my last situation. There were a lot of times when I heard “stop, that’s annoying” and because no clarification was made, I shut down and stopped acting like myself because it didn’t compute that it was whatever action I was doing that was annoying. My brain just automatically convinced me that it was me in general that was annoying so I stopped acting like myself until eventually I couldn’t even remember who I was anymore.
Number 11 in the article brings up a good thing as well to point out. It discusses how you can’t talk the person out of a freak out. I agree with this sentiment and how you shouldn’t accuse them of being dramatic. But it says that no amount of saying “everything is okay” and “calm down” is going to make it stop. I just want to pause here to warn people. Saying “calm down” can potentially get you in trouble. Everyone responds to this phrase differently. Some people get really angry and agitated, so I’d advise using it with caution. Thing 2 likes to use it on me though, and while like the article says, it doesn’t make it go away, it does help me realize that I’m freaking out and so I try to check myself and do a breather before carrying on with the conversation or addressing what has me freaking out. It kind of snaps me out of it to a degree, but not entirely.
Then the next one, 12, says you need to be available 24/7. While this one is a nice sentiment, I feel like it makes it sound more like a job again. Imagine being a doctor that’s always on emergency call. It’s saying that’s what you essentially are to this person. I feel the need to point out here that while you may think this is unreasonable, it’s really a badge of honor. I’m not a very open person when it comes to sharing my dark inner thoughts, especially when the monster in my head is being such a damn pessimist. It likes to creep in at night a lot, and sometimes I have trouble sleeping as a result. Despite this though, I refuse to wake up Thing 1 or Thing 2, so if it ever got so bad that I did wake them up, they’d know that it’s pretty serious. If someone with panic disorder actually calls you at 3 or 4 in the morning seeking your comfort, even though it sucks that you’re going to be woken up, you should feel pretty special because you’re the person they’re trusting to help take care of them in their darkest moment.
15 says that you want to give advice but you have to just listen. I want to just kind of counter this one and say that I agree the whole listening thing is important, but if you feel like you have really helpful advice, I think it should be noted. I’m the type of person where I like when you’re listening to what’s going on and stuff, but I like feedback. It helps me know I’m not boring you with my troubles. I kind of hate the standard “I’m sorry.” You have nothing to be sorry for, it’s not your fault, so please don’t go in this direction. But if you have an idea on something that could cheer me up, I’m honestly all ears. Plus, and I hate to say it, but if you’re the reason we’re having a panic attack, then let us speak our peace and then if you find something you can refute please do. When I had my really big panic attack in front of my family, I wanted to tell them what my brain was thinking, how it was being awful and saying that they didn’t love me or want me, but I didn’t say anything because I was terrified of speaking it and finding out it was someone true. So we if we get the courage to tell you something like “hey, I’m worried you’re sick of me” or “I feel like you’re gonna get tired of me and move on,” and if you know in your heart of hearts this is far from the truth, please do your best to reassure us. And again, if we work up the courage to tell you, please don’t get mad at us when we find out it’s about you. Chances are we’ve just noticed a change in something, or we’re overthinking the future and scared ourselves.
The other things on the list in the article I’m not going to address. They seem more or less accurate. Although 18 is one my brain doesn’t quite compute. I’m not the type of panicky person where you need to make the plans, but I like to be involved in making the plans because then I feel like I’m doing right by all parties involved. 19 is admittedly my favorite though. I’m the time of person where I’m extremely grateful. Hell just last night I told Thing 2 thank you for skyping with me and entertaining me despite the fact that I was coughing my lungs out. If I feel like you’re willing to put up with me, it means the world to me. Thing 2 also gets extra points here for giving me a journal to keep. Sometimes if I’m too overwhelmed I can write in it in an effort to get it all out and I’ll feel better afterwards. Any way to get it out of our heads or distract us is going to go over pretty well. Or just kind simple gestures like the article suggests, such as getting us a cup of tea. I believe what it says when “they never take you for granted” cause I know I sure as hell don’t. My friend who requested this information already gets brownie points for buying his girl those stress coloring books. I still want one myself, but can’t find any in town. At any rate, just remember little stuff like that will go a long way with us. It’s really nice if you make something for us and give it to us and are just kind of like “here use this or look at this or play with this or whatever when you’re stressed.” If we can’t get a hold of you, at least we’ll have a part of you to comfort us till you can call us back. If we’re out in public and we freak out, just insist on going for a walk or going and sitting somewhere quiet to give us a chance to calm down. If it’s an at home thing, suggest doing something that can keep our minds busy after we’ve calmed down, or just watching something funny. I’m the type of person that really likes craft projects but it just depends on your partner. Everyone is different. Just try to cheer them up with something you know they like.
Of course, if you ever get the point where you can’t do it anymore with the person you’re with and you go to break up with them, keep in mind that they could have a panic attack during the break up. And if they do have one, don’t accuse them of having it to make you feel guilty or something like that. And don’t take them back because you feel sorry for them either. Just go ahead and get the break up over with.
To anyone that’s reading this, I hope you find it helpful. For more information on panic attacks you can go here. If you have panic attacks yourself and want to share your experiences, feel free to comment. Also share if you have any ideas on how to be more helpful toward your partner. The goal here is to just raise awareness and be mindful of the people who suffer with this. Thanks for reading and I’m going to end with a few picture quotes and a song that’s linked here. It’s Lullaby by Nickelback and it’s my favorite stress song.
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