Hello everyone, I am new to this forum and just wanted to share some of my personal experiences. I can remember quite a few devastating panic attacks, and writing about those episodes will make me feel like I have defeated it. I don't know how but it makes sense in my head...
One of the worst panic attacks I have ever experienced was in 2008 at a wedding. I remember feeling like everyone's eyes were on me, watching and judging me. I started to feel really lightheaded and I wanted to sit down. My husband wanted to walk around and introduce me to friends and acquaintances of people I could honestly care less about.
I felt like my ears were on fire. And then the decorative lights hung throughout the building began to blur and leave behind streaks of color. My husband insisted on meeting the bride and groom, who were both seated at the front, and all eyes were directed towards the front, so for obvious reasons, I refused to meet them. He just went on and started talking to people, oblivious to my situation.
My panic attack escalated to the point where I left the main room crying and shaking. I stood in the lobby for maybe 5 minutes, hoping no one saw what just happened. My husband's cousin came out and asked if I was alright, and if I wanted to go for a walk so I could calm down. Before I could really answer him my husband came out, looking nonchalant. We left and drove home in awkward silence. I felt guilty because I felt like I ruined his night, and I felt stupid for feeling guilty because it really wasn't my fault. That was the worst episode I can remember, but there are loads. Thankfully, my panic attacks are getting fewer and far between.
One of the worst panic attacks I have ever experienced was in 2008 at a wedding. I remember feeling like everyone's eyes were on me, watching and judging me. I started to feel really lightheaded and I wanted to sit down. My husband wanted to walk around and introduce me to friends and acquaintances of people I could honestly care less about.
I felt like my ears were on fire. And then the decorative lights hung throughout the building began to blur and leave behind streaks of color. My husband insisted on meeting the bride and groom, who were both seated at the front, and all eyes were directed towards the front, so for obvious reasons, I refused to meet them. He just went on and started talking to people, oblivious to my situation.
My panic attack escalated to the point where I left the main room crying and shaking. I stood in the lobby for maybe 5 minutes, hoping no one saw what just happened. My husband's cousin came out and asked if I was alright, and if I wanted to go for a walk so I could calm down. Before I could really answer him my husband came out, looking nonchalant. We left and drove home in awkward silence. I felt guilty because I felt like I ruined his night, and I felt stupid for feeling guilty because it really wasn't my fault. That was the worst episode I can remember, but there are loads. Thankfully, my panic attacks are getting fewer and far between.
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