Hello all. i stumbled upon this site on the verge of a panic attack and am so happy to have found it.
My first panic attack (PA) happened in high school (around '91-'92). It started with the dreaded "brain fog" and escalated into a full blown PA. I happened to be discussing a Ouija board at the lunchroom table when I first felt the "brain fog" rolling in. I seriously thought it was because of the discussion of the Ouija board! I was sure i was getting possessed from talking about it! How ridiculous is that? Of course it had everything to do with my age (14, i believe), horrible relationship with my family (no abuse, however), stressed from doing bad in school, never properly feeling excepted by peers, etc. The anxiety just happened to start at that moment. The problem was I had no clue about anxiety, never heard of a panic attack, and literally thought I was losing my mind. I started avoiding the lunchroom, certain hallways, even certain classrooms where I began to feel weird around. I was hopeless, stuck in brain fog, and scared to death. Worst of all I had nobody to talk to because of the fear that I WAS insane.
After high school things seemed to get better being away from where it began. I finally read a few years later an article on anxiety. i learned what a panic attack was. Just knowing about it, and seeing it was as common as it was made me feel a million times better, and I did not have a panic attack, or anxieties, for several years.
After that I remember getting one or two attacks over several years later. One was at a fair and it happened as soon as I was strapped into a tilt-a-whirl type ride. I felt completely claustrophobic (sp?), locked down, at the hands of a Carney. After the fact I calmed down, reminded myself it was only a PA, and just avoided similar situations. The bad thing is i LOVE rollercoasters, and occasionally make an exception to the rule.

Fast forward some more. I was medically retired from the Air Force in 2006 at 32 years old (after 13 years of dedicated service (retired as a TSgt)). I opened a skateshop (that went under after 1 1/4 years, and found it harder and harder to find work (all due to the economy). By now I was a husband to a beautiful wife (just celebrated 11 years), and a father to the most beautiful 4, and 6 year old little girls. I was struggling with the thought f not being able to provide anymore. The stress was escalating again...
Fast forward AGAIN (please

) to this past January. I started college full time, and a new bipolar med (Lamictal), and was smoking weed occasionally. One of my classes was health & wellness. All of a sudden I was exposed to all of the worst-case-scenario med conditions, heart disease, cancer, etc. I started to have chest pains (possible side effect of Lamictal) and the fear and panic started over. All of a sudden I was consumed with my own mortality, thought every pain I felt was life threatening, etc. I went to the emergency room thinking I was having a heart attack, and guess what? Nothing. Chest x-rays, EKG, bloodwork, I was perfectly healthy. Of course I was having family issues at the time: no job, living in a mobile home after living in a big house, filed for bankruptcy after losing business, doing not so well in school... I was in 1991 all over again. The panic, fear, anxiety came back full-blast.
I am tired of being in fear. I am tired of brain fog. I am tired of sleepless nights, feeling extremely anxious, I am tired of the what-if thoughts, I am sick of living this way. I wish my wife truly understood what I am feeling.
Only this time I cant seem to shake it off on my own. Sometimes I have a fear that my issues are getting worse, but realistically I am sure they are not, I just wish I could convince THAT part of the brain that needs convincing.
I (very recently) tried an OCD med on the advice of my doctor: Fluvox (I think). He said that when I can bring the obsessions of fear and dying to go away, the anxiety would go away. Unfortunately I had bad insomnia, and it amplified my anxiety 10X's worse (both side effects of that drug). I stopped after 3 complete days.
So hear I am... telling my life anxiety story in detail. Of course I feel wonderful just sharing this with people that understand. I do not want to take any new meds, It feels harder and harder for my mind and body to adjust. And I worry about the long-term use of the drugs.
I don't drink, don't smoke cigarettes (never even took a puff), quit smoking the occasional marijuana hits, and have not been a caffeine drinker for a very long time. I even exercise 3-4 times a week for 30 minutes

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Thank you for letting me share this openly, without bias, with everyone here. I am ready to recover from this (again) and move on so I can enjoy my life as I should be doing.