Last week I had a pretty severe panic attack… One that made me question whether I had a hold on my anxiety or whether it had a hold on me, even though I knew logically and rationally that I’ve been doing awesome with it…
I was at placement… during a staff development/student free day and after pulling on a facade of calm, I sat quietly at the back and wrote…
I intended to share it immediately after, but lacked the courage to be that vulnerable… Now, as I prepare to transcribe it from pen and paper to interwebs, I’m left wondering if it will even seem half as dramatic as it felt at the time…
The point of me sharing it is that while it might not feel like it at the time, panic attacks, anxiety, ocd, depression etc are nothing to be ashamed of. They happen. Sometimes you can calm yourself through symptoms, sometimes you can’t. But they do not define you and they absolutely do not make you a less valuable human.
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“I’m writing to try to take my mind off a panic attack.
I feel so watched.
This one has been long
3 hours
I’m already exhausted as if I’ve done a 16 hour day… In 3 hours…
Everyone is a familiar stranger.
I know everyone but no-one’s name…
I’m trying to pay attention.
Met with conflicting emotions about a Christian Sermon.
“What we think about God shapes everything that we do”
Well that’s not untrue, I guess…
So contrived… A mask… A costume… A gang colour…
I moved my chair to a secluded place but now I’m surrounded.
I can feel everyone’s buzz pushing on me…
I’m just exhausted.
3 hours. “Good work will naturally serve others”
I’m starting to blank out now.
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I spent my drive here not hearing the radio.
I split myself in two but it wasn’t even.
7/8ths silently screaming for help, for peace, for stillness.
1/8th tiredly saying to breathe, to pull over and recite numbers, to recentre heart and mind, to clear chakras.
How far is a 7:1 fight? It’s not.
Never
How am I ever supposed to believe that that is going to end favourably for the calm, rational side? The panic is so powerful. So relentless, so unforgiving. SO convincing.
When you’re in the throes of a panic you start to question whether you’re ever calm, whether you were ever on top of your anxiety or if you were just kidding yourself.
It’s always there.
But it’s always surprising when it hits you again.
And I’m not going to pretend it’s a gentle knock on the door and a polite request to enter your life again…
It’s a tank. Armed. Unstoppable. Unreadable and destructive.
Devastatingly destructive sometimes…
That moment- because it IS a moment, in the scheme of things- it feels like it’s all over, and you’ll never get a grip again…
And it’s tempting to throw hands in the air and give in to the dragon that is my anxiety
But in the calm wreckage that’s left after a panic attack- I realise that I’m ok…
I’m doing good.
They’re fewer and further between. I’m better at acknowledging them
And believe it or not, I’m getting better at managing them…”
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I like that you recognize that panick attacks don’t make you less of a person. Well done and I hope you are feeling calmer now.
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