I have panic attacks. To me, they are embarrassing, and I usually just want to be left alone. I usually find a dark/low light place, and listen to music.
Sometimes, I call/talk to my Mom. Her voice alone, can soothe me. But, I don’t like to worry her. She can tell.by my fractured rhetoric, and shaky voice, and can tell, if I’m having one. Then she gets upset, and that just drives me further into the attack.
I used to lay by by dog. That helped a LOT. But she’s dead now….....
I will sometimes just stare at my fish tank. Or try to watch something to take my mind off of it….
Sometimes, I will play guitar, or do yard work/chores.
Sometimes, I will work on my punching bag, or do pushups, until I’m too exhausted to stay awake.
I currently take valium. If they get real bad. But, if I’m at work, I just focus on breathing, and trying to stay busy…
I suppose, it’s probably different for each person afflicted with it…
I have had several land me in the ER. That just makes it worse though. I feel ashamed to be there. I feel like people who don’t have them, think I’m just being a wimp.
It’s hard to articulate the feeling. But it’s crippling. When I get a bad one, I feel like I’m dying. My heart races. I shake so bad, I can’t really do anything. I know that I had a really bad one, about 2 years ago. I had to go to the ER. But my hands were shaking so bad, I couldn’t fill out the paperwork. And the looks, from people who don’t understand, humiliate me….