A Panic attack
Is not really
An attack
Yes
Sometimes
It appears out of nowhere
Taps you on the shoulder
And you can’t breathe
But more often
It is not form of attack
No surprise army
Fighting until surrender
You’ve already surrendered
Long ago
A panic submission
Where you let the last fight
Leave you.
It slowly overtakes
Everything
Goodbye Limbs
Of whom I am no longer control
Goodbye air
You’ve been barred
From entering my soul
Goodbye World
I’m sorry to leave you
All alone
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Hi. I used to be really mentally ill. I have had panic attacks, the worst case of obsessive compulsive disorder, bi-polar, anxiety and depression. I have struggled with substance abuse. I have struggled with self-harm and suicide. One year I tried to kill myself multiple times.
Treatment:
Coping- I have learned several coping skills. They really help.
Recovery- I was inpatient at a mental hospital. It really helped.
Therapy- I usually see my therapist every other week. It really helps.
Medication- My medication really helps too.
I hate the stigma!
I moved in with my abusive step mother in 2006 and lived with here till 2014 when my dad died of cancer (i was 11). I now live with my bipolar mom and little brother. I suffer from PTSD, OCD, depression, schizophrenia, anxiety, and panic attacks. I used to be suicidal, but I could not leave my brother all alone with my mother, so I’m coping.
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okay.. I don’t know where to start.. I’m a freshman in HIgh School, at the beginning of the year, I was diagnoised with anxiety attacks and panic disorder. I’ve been cutting since the 6th grade, I don’t eat right, I’m working out constantly, I have bipolar depression and am on medication for anxiety, panic attacks and depression. I dont even know what to do.
My journey with mental health has not been an easy one. I was diagnosed with anxiety and depression in 2011. I was constantly having panic attacks at bight time which prevented me from sleeping. I finally decided that it was time to get the help I very much so needed. I did, and every since then I can better manage my mental health with the tools that my therapist has given me. There is light and hope even after the darkest of storms. Keep fighting ❤️
I am thankful to be who I am and who I have become. I am recovery from alcohol( which is not listed), depression, anxiety, panic attacks, and abuse,(physical, mental and sexual, from the age of 9). I am a mother of 9, we have a blended family and I am a grandmother of 13. In my past I was a bartender, I am now a minister and missionary of Africa, Malawi, north, south and west. In my past I hated myself, I am now a mentor to many and I am in progress of receiving my CHW/CRS certification. I attended the week filled seminar and I am empowered, and anxious in a good way to represent Aspin and my training. I have learned many aspects of addictions and many levels of communication, through body language and tones. Thank you for what you do and soon a friend and I will become advocates. I am also a volunteer in my community as an advocate for children placed in the care of court appointed CASA. I also am a Inspirational speaker, sunday school teacher and Educator in a home for women who are released by court order , after release from prison or jail as a transitional home, it is a 18 month structured program. I have many hobbies, and I am thankful to be who I have become.
Hello my name is Jake. Ever since I was around the age of five I started to feel very different from that of my peers. Like many of you out there, I’ve been through many psychiatry appointments, counseling appointments, and have been given more medications than any human should probably have to ever take. I have OCD that has led to chronic panic attacks, anxiety, depression, and even led me to attempt suicide not once, twice, but three times. With OCD the hardest thing I know that I’ve dealt with is the fact that I feel so alone. Everyone seems to have disorders like bipolar, manic depression, schizophrenia, but I have very very rarely come across people that have OCD to the point where they’ve had the desire to do anything to kill themselves. My goal in writing this is to find others out there not only with OCD, but who have been through similar experiences as myself. I’ve been to the hospital many times for suicide attempts, thoughts of suicide, and even a two week stay in which I felt completely alone and hopeless. Every day I live I have countless thoughts of rituals, obessions, desires to memorize abstract things, abnormal counting, and even strong urges to make extremely long lists of things that I must memorize. Lately though, it’s been getting worse and nothing I seem to do is helping that. Even while exercising I obsess, while doing homework I obsess, while eating my meals I obsess, while doing laundry I obsess, and even when I’m brushing my teeth or taking a shower.
I’m 23 years old. I was diagnosed with anxiety and depression at the age of 13. I then was diagnosed with ptsd at 15. I had days where I felt normal and fine, others i struggled to even get out of bed, looking back I’d give anything to relive those years, because now I have a cocktail of mental illnesses. The panic attacks didn’t start till I was 17, I still had my life under control but since it happened while partying with a group of friends I decided to quit that lifestyle. Later on around 18 something happened, I couldn’t tell you what but all of a sudden I couldn’t leave the town without having a panic attack, I don’t know what triggered it and I don’t know why. Every time I tried to leave a rush of panic came over me, not only did my hands start feeling numb I literally thought I was going to faint or have a heart attack, it was at that point I decided leaving town is something to avoid.
I was fine. I couldn’t leave town but I could still do everything in town like long walks and hanging out in the sun. That didn’t last long I had a panic attack while walking to the store 2 blocks from my house, my legs felt like jello my heart raced and I felt lost and doomed. I ran home as fast as I could and once I got inside I had an episode of trying to rip out my hair and hurt myself, wondering what is wrong with me?!. I became an agoraphobic. I never went out but to go to my families houses, while everyone around me was having fun living there life, I was there in the corner wondering why this was happening to me.
Hello. I’m 40 years of age and have PTSD, biploar 1, depression, anxiety, OCD and panic attacks… most of it due to a closed-head injury @ the age of 13 because I rode a 10 speed out into the road ahead to go home and was struck by a Ford Econoline which was doing near 70 mph. All I know, thanks to witnesses, is I was thrown almost 20 feet before I hit the pavement… that resulted in a month-long coma and the prior illnesses mentioned came with and later. It took almost 20 years to find proper treatments for everything minus a psychiatrist because of limited workers in this near-desolate little Maine town, (and surrounding areas.)
It was the month of February when I stopped going to school because of the overwhelming panic attacks and social anxiety, along with the depression that came with it. Plus, it was just too exausting as I lost weight. It was March when my family realized I had a problem. It was April when I told them ‘I’m getting better’ but really, dropping more weight and becoming less of a person and more of an illness. It was May when I dehydrated myself nearly to death and was admitted to the E.R at 89lbs. It was there that I was diagnosed with anorexia nervosa, and that same month, I was admitted into a treatment center. 71 days I was there, fighting, alongside other fighters. It has been almost three months since I discharged, and I still say ‘I’m getting better’ but the truth is, the ED is getting stronger, I’m getting smaller, and the future is seeming less bright. I just want everyone out there to know that you have the choice to keep fighting for everything you love, and yourself, and you choose what happens to your future, what happens in your life, and how your story will go. Stay strong everyone, just stay strong. I love you.
I was once a normal girl. I was once not controlled by anxiety, panic attacks, depression and manic episodes. I was once carefree and my mind was my friend. Now it is an enemy I can’t escape.
I was once a normal girl. Before I was forced to be an adult at the age of 13. Before I was forced to raise my brothers and sister. Before my mother became distant. Before my life became abnormal.
I was once a normal girl. Before I got addicted to pills. Before I was a cutter. Before I made my multiple suicide attempts. Before they hospitalized me. Before the first time the doctor told me I wasn’t normal at all.
Now I am not normal. I fight an internal battle every day of my life with anxiety, depression, and my bipolar disorder. My mind is an emotional roller coaster. One minute we are up and I am on top of the world and the next I am so low I don’t feel worthy of living.
Now I am not normal. Though I do not take pills that aren’t prescribed to me anymore and I don’t cut I do sometimes think about it. I have panic attacks all of the time over nothing. My relationship is struggling because he doesn’t want to believe that I am not normal.
I was once normal but now I am not. I have issues I deal with every day. Though some people don’t see how it’s an accomplishment that I let myself live another day to deal with those issues. I may not be normal but I am stronger. I am a fighter. I am a survivor.