louwilliams
05-10-07, 13:41
My panic attacks started about 5 years ago, for no apparent reason, they just started coming out of the blue. Once i was diagnosed i was given beta-blockers first but they didn't seem to help deal with the underlying problem. i was then put on 10mg cipralex which have taken the big ones away (as in rushed into hospital and being made to feel like i'm wasting the doctors time!) i still have reqular, although smaller attacks, usually every day lasting from about 10 mins to a couple of hours. i have had to give up work as the ritual of getting ready and psycing (?) myself up was just too much for me. i'd leave the house an hour early for work- my job was a 5 min walk from home- knowing i could turn back if things got too much and then set back off when i felt better. i feel like i can't plan anything - if i know i'm going out or someone is coming round etc it sets me off and then make excuses. i've lost so many friends as they assume i'm just being boring or ignorant. i'm not ashamed of my illness-it just gets a bit much to try to explain to someone who has no understanding or sympathy. i have 2 girls, 9&10, and the school walks are horrific-i often ask my partner or friend to either come with me or get them for me as i have to walk through a town centre to get them. my way of dealing with the attacks is to hibernate-go to bed and stay there till it passes, whether its half and hour or all day. i suffer really badly after the attack as i feel so drained. it has caused major arguements with my partner who, until i recently plucked up the courage to tell him properly about it all (after i was taken by ambulance to A&E) that he has started to recognise my symptons and actually tels me to go to bed and he sorts the girls out. sometimes it alll just gets the better of me and i break down, wishing it all to stop and thinks to myself "is this as good as my life is going to get? is this it?" i'm really trying to work through it and accept that this is part of my life-like having a broken leg for the rest of your life-you just have to adapt to it-but its so hard when i can't leave the house, or go for a nice meal or drink with friends or family. i started applying for jobs again but found i couldn't get myself to the interviews. i wish i could work from home but i feel that this would just add to the avoidance of getting out and about.