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My first Panic Attack was actually when I was 14. I didn't know what it was so didn't dwell on it. I had one again when I was 16 and again when I was 19. My first one where I thought something was wrong and I was dying came when I was 27 and from there they just became worse. Meds treated them for 6 years and now I have relapsed.
This time it is more the anxiety than the panic.
The first one I really recognized was at Thanksgiving. The only reason I attributed it to an anxiety problem was because I've had a reoccurring issue since. Many years ago, though, there was an incident that was very scary. I was in a coffee shop waiting in line. I had been feeling strange and all of the sudden I began to get the shakes and tunnel vision. I quickly walked outside to get fresh air, but the tunnel vision got worse and then I was completely blind. Not only was I blind, but I could not tell which way was up, down, left, or right. I assumed I would just collapse out there on the side walk, but I didn't! There I was on a city street groping around like a blind person. Only when I heard the door open and my friend call out to me could I get my barings. Then, like a bad dream, everything came back to normal. My poor friend was standing there holding my arm with a look on her face as though she'd seen a ghost. She was more frightened than I was! Similar instances have happened since, but nothing like that!
Yes, I remember quite well.. although at the time, I had no idea what it was.
I was about 18 years old, and woke up in the middle of the night just completely freaking out. My brain and body felt so strangely that I knew something was horribly wrong but I didn't know what. I thought I was going insane but wasn't sure how to describe it.
I jumped up out of bed, grabbed my bible and started reading out of the psalms. After about 5 minutes, the really weird feeling passed and I fell back to sleep.
I remember getting really close to waking up my mom and having her take me to the ER but by the time I was serious enough about waking her, the feelings went away.
I never, ever knew what in the world it was until about 9 years later, I had the same thing happen to me once again (and in the middle of the night). After the 3rd or 4th attack, I went to the doctor and found out it was a panic attack.
I think not knowing what it was worked to my advantage as a teenager.. I thought I had possibly just had a high fever and it made me wig out.. had I known what it was, I think I would've likely looked for the symptoms over and over again and dealt with them all those years.
Our minds are incredibly powerful. It's really kind of scarey but I know God designed us this way for a purpose.
I think for years I was anxious. I know now I had an anxiety issue but I was living with it.
We made a big move in the fall of 2003. I could not sleep that night and I took an ambien. I woke up with an aching arm and it just got worse. Then the chest pain came and the sweats and sick to my belly. I was frozen with fear and sure I was having a heart attack.
THAT was the first big one and the one I count as what started this cyclone of panic. It freaked me out so bad that I constantly was in fear of it happening again. Since then, I have had panic attacks. I took about 2 months to get to a doctor and start medications and they helped so much. I guess I will NEVER forget that first BIG one because it seems it was the catalyst (sp?) that started this for me.
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