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.
Now before you think it was kicked off by my fear of flying, let me put that to rest.
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 airplane didn't frighten me...I was just swimming in a whirlpool of fear and I thought I might be going crazy. That little tight seat with people all around me was not a pleasant idea. I tripped into the rabbit's hole and nothing made sense. Even with the overwhelming feeling, I took my seat like a good little passenger.
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!
For the following months and years I had dozens of panic attacks. My attacks were called forth by my fear that I would have a panic attack in my business meetings. I worried about what my associates would think!
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 started to formulate what amounted to, for me, a cure for panic attacks, without going into long, torturous, boring detail (it took me SIX YEARS!) I'll say that, in my car, at a stoplight, I had my last encounter with a panic attack.
I was angry and when I realized that a panic attack was revving up on my way to another business meeting, I just sort of lost it! I had a fit!
I swore at the evil panic attack, which, by now, I saw as an "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.
Since then I figured out what happened in my car that day. I could see how it went down and why I prevailed. I had learned to 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.
Now we have easy, simple instructions that teach you to be unafraid of these horrible attacks. When that's in place, you have a cure for panic attacks.
It's my hope you do this right away. Why suffer any longer?
You can take your old life back!
Now before you think it was kicked off by my fear of flying, let me put that to rest.
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 airplane didn't frighten me...I was just swimming in a whirlpool of fear and I thought I might be going crazy. That little tight seat with people all around me was not a pleasant idea. I tripped into the rabbit's hole and nothing made sense. Even with the overwhelming feeling, I took my seat like a good little passenger.
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!
For the following months and years I had dozens of panic attacks. My attacks were called forth by my fear that I would have a panic attack in my business meetings. I worried about what my associates would think!
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 started to formulate what amounted to, for me, a cure for panic attacks, without going into long, torturous, boring detail (it took me SIX YEARS!) I'll say that, in my car, at a stoplight, I had my last encounter with a panic attack.
I was angry and when I realized that a panic attack was revving up on my way to another business meeting, I just sort of lost it! I had a fit!
I swore at the evil panic attack, which, by now, I saw as an "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.
Since then I figured out what happened in my car that day. I could see how it went down and why I prevailed. I had learned to 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.
Now we have easy, simple instructions that teach you to be unafraid of these horrible attacks. When that's in place, you have a cure for panic attacks.
It's my hope you do this right away. Why suffer any longer?
You can take your old life back!