WILLIAMthedude
29-05-08, 00:52
My first time posting here.
My family have something of a history with the anxiety attack, my Dad and my aunt were recently telling me of their ordeals.
My story begins around April 12th of this 2008. I was thoroughly intoxicated and hit my head on a door, I'm 19 years old . . . I'm not thinking much of it . . . The next week was horrible for me though and so I began to assume the worst. I was feeling weak, dizziness, I was disoriented and I was scared - oh yeah.
So I went to the doctor who believed someone had slipped me a pill . . . nah, I was with close friends, although we did smoke some weed . . . it was stupid but we were drunk and students. So I make another appointment in a few days as things are not improving, then another appointment, and another, then a trip to A+E, then another, and another, and another . . . I ended up visiting my GP 15 times and the hospital around 5 . . . I wanted answers! I was feeling weird! Head rushes, disorientation, pressure, hot flashes on my head, sore neck, difficulty sleeping, headaches . . . I was a wreck and it was emotionally crippling me.
I made another trip, I believe it was my 5th visit to A+E - a doctor, seemingly a specialist believed it would be best to put my conscious at rest and be fiscally savvy to give me a CAT scan to detect any broken bones or bleeding or whatever . . . so I got my head scanned and I braced myself for bad news, prayed for good news and the Lord provided good news. I checked out fine.
I was over joyed, full of enthusiasm - from now on everything was looking up and full recovery was close, so close.
Unfortunately . . . I now feel my heart going, headrushes that have me believe I'm gonna pop, eye and ear troubles, headaches still about, shortness of breath/difficulty breathing at times . . . it comes and goes . . . but when it comes, boy does it arrive . . . this is the worst thing.
Anxiety and panic attacks . . . People, when I got that good news that day from the doctor, I felt good, I still had some stress and symptoms playing on me, even as I walked from the hospital to the bus stop and home . . . but I was smiling.
You know, these symptoms, they have us caught in their web and we are fighting them but we all know what happens to the fly struggling in the web.
We can tackle this problem with anti depressant drugs, constant check ups etc . . . but these offer us momentary satisfaction. We need to stop struggling in the web of anxiety and just leave it, you know? Just jump the **** outta this anxious prison.
I'm not saying it's easy, I'm new to all this . . . about 7 weeks in, approaching 2 months, sure . . . maybe I had or have post concussion syndrome as some doctors say but it's anxiety that's not only hindering my lifestyle but my friends and family . . . my ability to associate with these people and partake in the joys of thier company has been stolen, by me. Me . . . You.
I say we find our day. The day when we are feeling a little more stable, the day we feel we got the upper hand and we look into the mirror and truely see our reflections . . . and I propose we stare with a fierce intensity into our beings and we let ourselves know that we are through suffering, that we can, no, that we will beat this and that we will take charge of our lives and not surrender to our ill functioning sensory systems . . . we will own them and in doing so, we will rule ourselves again.
People . . . I hope I have inspired you with this or at least put a smile on some faces.
Good luck and God bless.
My family have something of a history with the anxiety attack, my Dad and my aunt were recently telling me of their ordeals.
My story begins around April 12th of this 2008. I was thoroughly intoxicated and hit my head on a door, I'm 19 years old . . . I'm not thinking much of it . . . The next week was horrible for me though and so I began to assume the worst. I was feeling weak, dizziness, I was disoriented and I was scared - oh yeah.
So I went to the doctor who believed someone had slipped me a pill . . . nah, I was with close friends, although we did smoke some weed . . . it was stupid but we were drunk and students. So I make another appointment in a few days as things are not improving, then another appointment, and another, then a trip to A+E, then another, and another, and another . . . I ended up visiting my GP 15 times and the hospital around 5 . . . I wanted answers! I was feeling weird! Head rushes, disorientation, pressure, hot flashes on my head, sore neck, difficulty sleeping, headaches . . . I was a wreck and it was emotionally crippling me.
I made another trip, I believe it was my 5th visit to A+E - a doctor, seemingly a specialist believed it would be best to put my conscious at rest and be fiscally savvy to give me a CAT scan to detect any broken bones or bleeding or whatever . . . so I got my head scanned and I braced myself for bad news, prayed for good news and the Lord provided good news. I checked out fine.
I was over joyed, full of enthusiasm - from now on everything was looking up and full recovery was close, so close.
Unfortunately . . . I now feel my heart going, headrushes that have me believe I'm gonna pop, eye and ear troubles, headaches still about, shortness of breath/difficulty breathing at times . . . it comes and goes . . . but when it comes, boy does it arrive . . . this is the worst thing.
Anxiety and panic attacks . . . People, when I got that good news that day from the doctor, I felt good, I still had some stress and symptoms playing on me, even as I walked from the hospital to the bus stop and home . . . but I was smiling.
You know, these symptoms, they have us caught in their web and we are fighting them but we all know what happens to the fly struggling in the web.
We can tackle this problem with anti depressant drugs, constant check ups etc . . . but these offer us momentary satisfaction. We need to stop struggling in the web of anxiety and just leave it, you know? Just jump the **** outta this anxious prison.
I'm not saying it's easy, I'm new to all this . . . about 7 weeks in, approaching 2 months, sure . . . maybe I had or have post concussion syndrome as some doctors say but it's anxiety that's not only hindering my lifestyle but my friends and family . . . my ability to associate with these people and partake in the joys of thier company has been stolen, by me. Me . . . You.
I say we find our day. The day when we are feeling a little more stable, the day we feel we got the upper hand and we look into the mirror and truely see our reflections . . . and I propose we stare with a fierce intensity into our beings and we let ourselves know that we are through suffering, that we can, no, that we will beat this and that we will take charge of our lives and not surrender to our ill functioning sensory systems . . . we will own them and in doing so, we will rule ourselves again.
People . . . I hope I have inspired you with this or at least put a smile on some faces.
Good luck and God bless.