Ok, Here's my story..
I was 17 years old when I first experienced a panic attack, it was the most frightening time of my life!!
My aunt had died from cancer, I had to help take care of my grandparents, So depression set in quick, I didn't get to experience my last year of high school, my friends quit calling me because I could never go and meet up with them, I was stuck in a house all day taking care of my grandparents day in and day out.
I remember it like it was yesterday, I was just laying in bed, watching a movie, and then BAM, my heart started beating fast, I couldn't breathe, I was shaking uncontrollably, I thought I was dying!
My dad took me to the ER and they ran all sorts of test, everything came back normal, so that was a relief, until it happened again about a month later, I went to my family doctor, and he ran all sorts of test, again, normal.. I should have been happy, right? well I wasn't.. I knew something was wrong with me. everyone told me it was all in my head, and to just think of happy thoughts! That should make it all better!
Well, another one hit, I said ok, I am going back to the ER and they would probably find it this time.. Nope, they sent me home after the tests came back. Here I am, a 17 year old girl who thinks she could die at any minute and no one will help her!
After that mess, I just took it one day at a time, falling deeper into depression and panic. This went on for about 4 years on and off, then I met my first ex hubby, he was ok at first then his cheating and drinking began, I got divorced from him after only 2 years of marriage. Then I met my latest hubby, he was wonderful (at first) I finally was able to relax, and my panic quickly subsided, I felt like a whole new person with him. We got married in 2010 and again after 2 years of marriage, things took a turn for the worst, he stayed out all night, then I was getting calls from mutual friends that he was out with women, My world just crumbled again.. I was not having panic attacks yet but a few months after he left me, that's when they started again for me, which brings me back to today..
33 years old, unemployed, twice divorced, mess..
I am back at home with my parents because I am scared to stay by myself, I don't go out much and when I do, I do not go into a store or anything because I am scared I will embarrass myself if I have an attack, I hurt all over, I just want to sleep, I have lost weight, no energy, just in panic mode all the time!..
This is me, and I hate it!!