Originally Posted By: Steezo
Originally Posted By: Barry the Pirate
It reminds me of my ex when I first stasrted started having panic attacks. I had a million "causes". Everything from heart failure to a tumor to her poisoning me to demon possession. About 20 or so others.


Panic attacks are fun, aren't they? I used to get these strange pains in my left arm which I didn't realize were related to a couple of ruptured discs in my neck. I'd get myself all worked up thinking it had to be related to my heart and then it'd turn into a panic attack, which can resemble a heart attack. And the more I tried to convince myself that it wasn't a heart attack, the more I'd be able to convince myself that maybe, just maybe, it was.

"I'm diabetic, mostly sedentary, somewhat overweight, I drink like a fish, Oh GOD I'm about to fucking die!" Then there was the time my thyroid pill dosage got out of whack and I woke up in the middle of the night with a headache and a racing heart and convinced myself I was about to have a stroke. Good times.


Spot on. They talk about talking yourself through it, deep breathing, all that. But they never talk about that nagging voice in the back of your head telling you "this is it...it's all over". There's no control over that. Add to it when it's over, all you can think is that it's just a warning sign. The precursor to the real heart attack or stroke (my 2 bugaboos). A single episode will ruin at least a day. It's paralyzing. I hate them with every fiber of my being.
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