My First Panic Attack

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My first panic attack was devastating. The second, terrifying. In the wake of many others, I frightened myself even more by wondering if they would ever stop. To me, it seemed as if they never would. I began to think I’d never have a day free from worrying about them, and when the next one might happen.

When you have panic attacks you gradually begin to tiptoe through each hour, every day, wary lest you disturb that sleeping
monster and nudge it into life again; the one which makes you quake with fear and trembling in front of its gnashing and awful jaws.

But be reassured, panic attacks do go away; they do end.

You find that hard to believe? Perhaps you do at the present moment, and if someone had said that to me a few years ago, I too would have doubted. So intrusive, debilitating and frightening are the attacks that it seems that all one does is wait warily for the next one, which you hope and pray won’t happen, but which inevitably does.

No one told me that they eventually go away when I first started having them. I had to find out the hard way by living in that fearsome place next to the ‘monster’ for what seemed like an awfully long time until I too became free from them. During that time, if someone had simply reassured me that they wouldn’t go on forever it would have given me a much-needed ray of hope.

So take hope in knowing that your panic attacks will subside. They aren’t going to be with you forever. Read through other aticles I’ve posted on this site to help get ypou started in overcoming them.