Well folks, I'm still in the aftershocks of a panic attack as I type this so I apologize if it's not in my usual writing style.
It's really strange, how this one hit me. I was doing so well, feeling better, less afraid, stronger. I haven't had one this bad for weeks. I've actually gone two whole days without taking my lorazepam at all as I haven't really felt the need for it (yes, I did wean down properly first). I was so proud, thinking I was finally beating this bloody thing. Well, at least beating the panic attacks.
Well, tonight has proved differently. I just woke up at about 1:30 AM and had this terrifying feeling. A feeling of doom, almost as if all the light in the world suddenly vanished and all that was left was terror and darkness. I woke up and I thought I heard a pounding, almost like a very light drumbeat in my ears. Great God did that scare me. Like panic attacks aren't enough already, I thought! Now maybe I'm hearing things too!
Somehow I managed to force myself to get up and go outside, to see if the sound wasn't in my head. Thank God, it wasn't, could have been anything, the fridge, my mom's fan in her room. This is the first time a sound has really gotten to me like that though.
So, still terrified I was going mad, I decided to call the crisis hotline where a woman was able to tell me I wasn't going crazy. On the other hand, she'd met me before during my week in the crisis center when I was even worse off. Now she's telling me I'm allowing panic disorder to control my life. Apparently I'm not going out enough or making enough effort and this "thing" has me "by the tail". She told me I had to learn new "coping skills", as if I didn't know every trick in the book already, I'm no novice. I always get the feeling that she's full of veiled contempt for me, really annoys me. She has a really condescending attitude. Bloody woman, I'd like to see her handle it. That said, even if she and I don't particularly like each other I'm glad I had someone to talk to.
I think I'm slowly calming down a bit. I've got a bad heartburn and wonder if maybe that's from the panic attack or the pizza I ate tonight... and a tiny part of my mind wonders if it's a heart attack or a sign of impending doom. Unlikely... just this damn anxiety.
Of course, now I'm really afraid to go back to sleep. So probably going to be up for a bit.... at 2 13 AM... when no one else seems to be up. Hope you're all sleeping better than I am....
God bless you all,
Dave