My first panic attack appeared, out of the blue, while I was in line to get on an airplane. I was headed to my hometown in Oregon.
The panic attack was not caused by my fear of flying! I didn't have any fear of flying.
I'm a pilot. In those years of the early 80's I had my own aircraft and flew all over the Western United States...and I LOVED it!
The panic attack just started taking me over! When I got to the boarding door I was a sweaty wreck and planning to get off that plane! I felt insane and a bit embarrassed.
The plane didn't scare me...I was just ripping with fear in general. I feared I was losing it. I couldn't take the idea that I had to sit in that little seat with people around me. I had fallen into my own secret world of fear and I was baffled. Knowing this was bad, I took my seat.
I hung my head down and wouldn't look at anybody. The sweat kept coming, I felt sick, and I felt crazy enough to jump.
I hadn't ever felt like this before! It was a hell of sorts inside my head and I could barely stand it. Oh...just to be normal again, but it felt lost.
I made it through the flight. I practically ran off the plane, straight to the bar for a double whisky. I didn't normally drink whisky but I was desperate to change the way I felt. And it did it!
In the years after this first time I had many panic attacks. My fear was centered around being in a room with my business associates and appearing as if I had lost my mind.
I studied at the library and bookstore and I found out about anxiety and how to cure panic attacks but this was in the early 80's. No computer. No internet.
I was putting an idea together that amounted to, for me, a cure for panic attacks. Almost six years into the ordeal, in my car at an intersection's red light, I had my final encounter with a panic attack.
I was mad, as in angry, and when a panic attack tried to sneak into my consciousness, I just couldn't take it anymore. I threw a fit.
I sort of "looked" at the pernicious panic attack and steeled myself. I had come to envision these horrible bouts of what felt like insanity as an "evil entity"
Loudly, I said something like "I've had it with you! You have ruined my life and it ends now. In the hundred time I have struggled with you, I have never died and I haven't even been harmed. I am no longer afraid of you, and now, you are powerless against me!" And it was. I never had another attack.
In the years following this harrowing six year period I came to understand what had happened and how I finally prevailed. I had become unafraid.
These days, the professionals that deal with this know that the way to cure panic attacks is simply put. One just has to get over the fear of a returning attack.
Today, there are easy to follow, simple instructions that lead you to become unafraid. Once you are no longer afraid of panic attacks you have what amounts to a cure for panic attacks.
My wish is that you do this soon. Why put it off?
You can take your old life back! - 30309
The panic attack was not caused by my fear of flying! I didn't have any fear of flying.
I'm a pilot. In those years of the early 80's I had my own aircraft and flew all over the Western United States...and I LOVED it!
The panic attack just started taking me over! When I got to the boarding door I was a sweaty wreck and planning to get off that plane! I felt insane and a bit embarrassed.
The plane didn't scare me...I was just ripping with fear in general. I feared I was losing it. I couldn't take the idea that I had to sit in that little seat with people around me. I had fallen into my own secret world of fear and I was baffled. Knowing this was bad, I took my seat.
I hung my head down and wouldn't look at anybody. The sweat kept coming, I felt sick, and I felt crazy enough to jump.
I hadn't ever felt like this before! It was a hell of sorts inside my head and I could barely stand it. Oh...just to be normal again, but it felt lost.
I made it through the flight. I practically ran off the plane, straight to the bar for a double whisky. I didn't normally drink whisky but I was desperate to change the way I felt. And it did it!
In the years after this first time I had many panic attacks. My fear was centered around being in a room with my business associates and appearing as if I had lost my mind.
I studied at the library and bookstore and I found out about anxiety and how to cure panic attacks but this was in the early 80's. No computer. No internet.
I was putting an idea together that amounted to, for me, a cure for panic attacks. Almost six years into the ordeal, in my car at an intersection's red light, I had my final encounter with a panic attack.
I was mad, as in angry, and when a panic attack tried to sneak into my consciousness, I just couldn't take it anymore. I threw a fit.
I sort of "looked" at the pernicious panic attack and steeled myself. I had come to envision these horrible bouts of what felt like insanity as an "evil entity"
Loudly, I said something like "I've had it with you! You have ruined my life and it ends now. In the hundred time I have struggled with you, I have never died and I haven't even been harmed. I am no longer afraid of you, and now, you are powerless against me!" And it was. I never had another attack.
In the years following this harrowing six year period I came to understand what had happened and how I finally prevailed. I had become unafraid.
These days, the professionals that deal with this know that the way to cure panic attacks is simply put. One just has to get over the fear of a returning attack.
Today, there are easy to follow, simple instructions that lead you to become unafraid. Once you are no longer afraid of panic attacks you have what amounts to a cure for panic attacks.
My wish is that you do this soon. Why put it off?
You can take your old life back! - 30309
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