I Want To Write My Random Thoughts And Feelings
[b]Feeling I experienced whilst out on a trip that I needed to write down. [/b]
Has anyone else felt this before?
How did you deal with it?
What steps do you take to get back in control after a panic attack?
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just as we are walking to the cathedral I feel it happen. I imagine my heart suddenly feeling like it has dropped off a cliff and it physically hurts my chest. I feel breathless and I feel like it may reach a tipping point I can't come back from.
The tension that has built up behind my eyes and in my forehead makes me feel glassy eyed. At that point one of the group asks to take a picture of myself and my husband.
I barely keep it together as I beat a hasty retreat. Knowing that it looks very un-like me. Hating myself for bringing this wave of emotion to attention.
Luckily noone queries it. Although I can imagine they would want to. I hold it together under the large hood of my coat and we end up on a street shopping.
Everyone disappears into a shop. I have had enough for one day, fed up of trailing around after people. I didn't even want to come out. I stand there outside like a lemon for at least 15mins. Steadily getting angrier. I pace outside and look in windows trying to distract myself.
Eventually my husband comes out and walks right up to me and just gives me a hug.
It is all I needed. We stand at the side of the busy street and he just holds me and everything feels safe and ok. The kind of hug that is firm and strong.
I can feel the tension in my head deflate and I feel like I can breathe again.
We walk back to the car and carry on driving back home.
Has anyone else felt this before?
How did you deal with it?
What steps do you take to get back in control after a panic attack?
..................................
just as we are walking to the cathedral I feel it happen. I imagine my heart suddenly feeling like it has dropped off a cliff and it physically hurts my chest. I feel breathless and I feel like it may reach a tipping point I can't come back from.
The tension that has built up behind my eyes and in my forehead makes me feel glassy eyed. At that point one of the group asks to take a picture of myself and my husband.
I barely keep it together as I beat a hasty retreat. Knowing that it looks very un-like me. Hating myself for bringing this wave of emotion to attention.
Luckily noone queries it. Although I can imagine they would want to. I hold it together under the large hood of my coat and we end up on a street shopping.
Everyone disappears into a shop. I have had enough for one day, fed up of trailing around after people. I didn't even want to come out. I stand there outside like a lemon for at least 15mins. Steadily getting angrier. I pace outside and look in windows trying to distract myself.
Eventually my husband comes out and walks right up to me and just gives me a hug.
It is all I needed. We stand at the side of the busy street and he just holds me and everything feels safe and ok. The kind of hug that is firm and strong.
I can feel the tension in my head deflate and I feel like I can breathe again.
We walk back to the car and carry on driving back home.
