never2late
07-10-08, 01:05
My wife and I just returned from our annual wilderness trek. It is beautiful, but very desolate country (no radio, television, telephones, cell phone service, internet, email, etc).
Last year our trip was before my latest round of panic and anxiety began, and this year it was at the tail-end of coming out of it (I've been panic-free since the end of July of this year).
There was one or two instances where I realized how isolated we were, and it began to give me those early warning signs of an attack in the works. I was able to just chill out. I stayed on the "edge" for about 15 minutes or so each time. I'm sure many of you know about that balancing act of being on the edge.
I was very curious as to why it would seem so dangerous and threatening one minute, and not so dangerous and threatening the next. Nothing had changed. Why would one be on the verge of panic, and then without changing anything in their reality, return to not being on the verge of panic. Is it just varying degrees of perception of a given situation? It has to be, since it IS the same situation!
Needless to say, we're back home. It certainly was beautiful. My sports car had a front wheel bearing go bad, but it happend less than one mile from my service garage upon returning. That was a stroke of very, very good luck (better than coming down a mountain). The car is back in service as of the end of day today.
Just a little story from a "previous" panic sufferer and his recent adventures into the land of wilderness.
Last year our trip was before my latest round of panic and anxiety began, and this year it was at the tail-end of coming out of it (I've been panic-free since the end of July of this year).
There was one or two instances where I realized how isolated we were, and it began to give me those early warning signs of an attack in the works. I was able to just chill out. I stayed on the "edge" for about 15 minutes or so each time. I'm sure many of you know about that balancing act of being on the edge.
I was very curious as to why it would seem so dangerous and threatening one minute, and not so dangerous and threatening the next. Nothing had changed. Why would one be on the verge of panic, and then without changing anything in their reality, return to not being on the verge of panic. Is it just varying degrees of perception of a given situation? It has to be, since it IS the same situation!
Needless to say, we're back home. It certainly was beautiful. My sports car had a front wheel bearing go bad, but it happend less than one mile from my service garage upon returning. That was a stroke of very, very good luck (better than coming down a mountain). The car is back in service as of the end of day today.
Just a little story from a "previous" panic sufferer and his recent adventures into the land of wilderness.