Kathleen, I, too, have suffered with Panic Disorder, and horrible anxiety attacks all of my life. I think you NEED to see your dr and tell him that Celexa makes you sick. It does take a little time for some drugs to work, and side effects should go away after a little time. If not, thee are many more available. Isn't it time do did something for yourself? Help is a phone call away. You have had this for so long,and back then not much was known about this disorder, but now, there is a lot of info out there, even drs that specialize in this. I myself, have been in therapy for 7 years and have worked thru many of my problems, including a driving phobia, caused by a bad car accident. I am confident that with the proper medical advice, you could be working thru this disorder, which wreaks havoc with our lives. Even the WTC event, has caused anxiety and PD in many people who have never suffered, so you know that the gov't will be taking steps in funding newresearch on this important matter. My daughter keeps me up to date on any new drug research, as she works in that field. The purpose of this site is not for medical advice, but for support. We can only relate to you, our problems on an individual basis, and tell you how we handled our own situations. I believe that if you are not comfortable with this physician, that you call your family doctor and get a referral to another specialist. Did you take the test on this site? It is called the "Anxiety Test".It is a valuable diagnostic tool, and will save you hours and hours of explanation in the drs office. I think many of the members here,as well as visitors, have taken it,it, and then took the results to their doctors. It is very informative, an zeros in on the exact area of the problem that you have.This is a complex disorder, with many many differing causes and effects. There are also many workbooks, and texts on thsi subject, available in bookstores today. See the self-help sction of one of the big bookstores near you...or try the library. There is now more knowledge now than ever on this subject, with new books being written all the time. The first step in recovering from this, is to take a giant step, and get a book or two, call your dr, and take a pro-active approach in helping yourse

I used to be like you, in terms of crying when leaving home. I hated new situations where I didn't feel I might be safe. I just didn't have the inner tools to handle it then. When I read your post, I see that I had issues I didn't recognize then. Babysitters is a touchy subject with some parents. DO you have a cell phone, where you could call and check up on the kids? You can't stay home forever and refuse your husband a night out, Kathleen. Please do talk with your doctor tomorrow. If he's not the type of therapist you feel at ease with, then maybe consider getting another?

it's me again. It's 4:30am and I'm in the midst of an attack. I'm absolutely terrifed about going to jury duty. I can't handle the thought of having to sit in a room and wait and wait. I won't be able to leave when I want to, that's too much for me. I'm sick to my stomach, can't sleep. I don't know any of you and here is a side of me that I hide from most people. No one understands this about me. What if I'm in the room and I have an attack. What do I do? Please, someone help me. How do I break these thoughts, this horrible panic? Why does it have such control over me? I want to avoid this, I want to so bad. Jury duty isn't until April 15, but I'm dreading it. I feel so pathetic, reading what I just typed. But it's how I feel and I don't know what to do. I want to call my dr on Monday morning and finally tell them about this. But I'm scared too, does that make any sense? Why can I go through a period of time when I have no attacks, for years. Does someone have any advice for me?? I'm really sorry to sound so helpless, I'm just typing what I feel.

Hello everyone. I'm hoping that someone will understand what I'm going through and be able to shed some light on this for me. I guess I'll start with some panic experiences I've had. I apologize ahead of time if I ramble on. The first panic attack that I can remember happened in 2nd grade at a sleep over party. My mom had to come and get me. I remember crying for her and feeling so sick to my stomach. I did go to other sleep over parties, but it wasn't something I looked forward to. The second one was more intense. I was in 6th grade and it was my turn to be the outcast. I say it was my turn because there were only 8 girls in my class. The pressure of none of my friends talking to me, eating lunch with me, and just plain ignoring me was too much for me. I got so sick every morning before school... throwing up/diarrhea and I just begged my mom to keep me home. My mom took me to the dr and they ran some tests on me. From what I remember they did an upper and lower gi test. I do remember being told that I had a nervous stomach and to avoid caffeine and chocolate. I was put on some meds, but I don't recall what it was. And I was told that I would outgrow this. The next panic attack that I remember was when I was going away to college. My mom and dad drove me and I remember balling into a pillow in the back seat. I was so scared of leaving. We were at a restaurant and the waitress told us about a another girl who was scared and just wanted to go home. Hearing that story made me sick to my stomach. When my parents were leaving I could barely say goodbye to my mom. And the truth is that my college days were some of my happiest days. I met my husband there and made some best friends. The next panic attack was my worst one. My mom died in Feb 92 and I married in May 93. My husband was transfered to CA. I had to stay back home for 6 months to get vested for my pension at work. He flew home every weekend since I always had to work. I got one weekend off and flew out to visit him. We had a wonderful time and then it hit. We were leaving for the airport and I got so sick to my stomach. My husband said that we had to hurry so I wouldn't miss my flight and then the thoughts, "I can't leave" kept raising through my mind. I came out of the