HelpMePlz
04-05-09, 10:42
Ok, so my panic disorder dates back to february, 2006.
I had a almost borderline psychotic episode out of nowhere while smoking weed, I had been smoking weed daily for 2years prior to this so this was a shock.
I had so many panic attacks at once I just lied down on the floor crying, screaming, shaking, contemplating suicide...
No clue what it was, no way I was going to be able to move, or talk, I knew I was either dead, or going to go psychotic within the next 5minutes.
This was no normal panic attack with it's peak after 10min.
This s**t peaked at 10seconds and lasted 2months.
Yes, 2 f**king months, 1 panci attack, NONSTOP, EVEN IN MY SLEEP.
I went crazy from insomnia and fear.
I smashed my TV, some windows and stabbed myself in the leg to try to divert my attention and get out of this s**t.
I was helpless.
3 months later(without having left the house) (still having 30-40 panic attacks a day) I was put on heavy amounts of diazepam. (had to pay my doctor extra to visit my house)
I quit my job (over phone) and school.
All life has been since then is my house, pills, OCD 24/7 that has made me literally psychotic and panic.
Today, sitting upstairs(pills downstairs) I ofcourse panicked (I always have the pill bottles in my pants, but forgot (damn valium memory).
so I get this normal panic attack, I start thinking "this is it, kill yourself, get over with it!", my physical me ran down the stairs (me completely dissociated or Depersonalized and derealized if you wish).
I reached for the pills and realized (while my adrenaline was still pumping) that I hadn't panicked...
I managed to stop it a millisecond or something before it completely consumed me.
What does this mean?
is there hope for me? I can't really live like this anymore...
it's either suicide, overdose or I start walking around naked talking korean or some s**t seeing pink flying dragons soon if I don't spontanously recover...
ANYONE in the same boat? (lol)
Everytime I read someone's panic/ocd/dpdr story, I cry of envy.
I feel like, sure we're both in a boat, but I'm in the middle of the sea, in the perfect storm on titanic(after it hit the iceberg and broke in half) and the rest of you haven't even left the shore...
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I had a almost borderline psychotic episode out of nowhere while smoking weed, I had been smoking weed daily for 2years prior to this so this was a shock.
I had so many panic attacks at once I just lied down on the floor crying, screaming, shaking, contemplating suicide...
No clue what it was, no way I was going to be able to move, or talk, I knew I was either dead, or going to go psychotic within the next 5minutes.
This was no normal panic attack with it's peak after 10min.
This s**t peaked at 10seconds and lasted 2months.
Yes, 2 f**king months, 1 panci attack, NONSTOP, EVEN IN MY SLEEP.
I went crazy from insomnia and fear.
I smashed my TV, some windows and stabbed myself in the leg to try to divert my attention and get out of this s**t.
I was helpless.
3 months later(without having left the house) (still having 30-40 panic attacks a day) I was put on heavy amounts of diazepam. (had to pay my doctor extra to visit my house)
I quit my job (over phone) and school.
All life has been since then is my house, pills, OCD 24/7 that has made me literally psychotic and panic.
Today, sitting upstairs(pills downstairs) I ofcourse panicked (I always have the pill bottles in my pants, but forgot (damn valium memory).
so I get this normal panic attack, I start thinking "this is it, kill yourself, get over with it!", my physical me ran down the stairs (me completely dissociated or Depersonalized and derealized if you wish).
I reached for the pills and realized (while my adrenaline was still pumping) that I hadn't panicked...
I managed to stop it a millisecond or something before it completely consumed me.
What does this mean?
is there hope for me? I can't really live like this anymore...
it's either suicide, overdose or I start walking around naked talking korean or some s**t seeing pink flying dragons soon if I don't spontanously recover...
ANYONE in the same boat? (lol)
Everytime I read someone's panic/ocd/dpdr story, I cry of envy.
I feel like, sure we're both in a boat, but I'm in the middle of the sea, in the perfect storm on titanic(after it hit the iceberg and broke in half) and the rest of you haven't even left the shore...
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