When Panic Attacks.

Sitting at home, reading a book and out of nowhere, it strikes. Anxiety wraps it’s claws around my chest and squeezes. A switch hits, and my emotions go out of control. Fear and sadness mix inside me as I drop into a heap on the floor. To be touched or held at this moment is to be set on fire. I feel utterly and helplessly alone.

This is what a panic attack feels like to me. I get them at home, but sometimes I get them in pubic places, or even while I am driving. It’s hard to explain how it feels, being scared of going out and experiencing life.

Breaking down and crying in the middle of Walmart is fun for no one, except for the person that pulls out their phone and turns me into a meme. Then it would be fun for a lot of people.

I go out because I refuse to not enjoy life. I try to stay positive, but some days are harder than others. I get by with the support of my wife and daughter.

If you get panic attacks, I have one thing to say. Yes they suck, but don’t let them control your life. Be honest with your doctor and the people around you. If people don’t understand what your going through, they won’t be prepared to help you. My family knows to give me some space, and that’s what I need.

So when anxiety tries to drag you down, just breathe and know you’re not alone.

Have you ever had a panic attack? If so, how do you deal with them?