So notthevictim mentioned in another thread that there's been an uptick in panic attack topics.
17 years ago, I had a massive nervous breakdown. Talk about panic attacks from hell! For an entire year I only slept alone in my home 1 night out of 7. Either me & the kid packed up and stayed with friends or friends came to stay with us. DD was 3 at the time.
In that year, I took Ativan every single night just so I could get through my life. Also, intensive therapy with someone specifically trained for my PTSD.
I look back and can laugh about it now but oh god, I still remember how awful it was.
Driving at dusk? I'd have to pull over about every 3 blocks and wait it out. It was so bad that I ended up in the ER. Twice.
So...one day I was sitting in my nursing psych class and the professor was discussing panic attacks. When she said that with many people who suffer, you need to find out what they are so angry about.
Let me tell you, that lightbulb moment nearly made me burst into tears right then and there. I left my cheating abusive asshat when DD was 3 months old. I moved across state and enrolled in college so we wouldn't have to be on food stamps and HUD housing forever. I worked 3 part time jobs to counteract the absolute shame I felt about being on assistance. Meanwhile, asshat purposely avoided paying child support.
Who the hell has time to deal with their issues with all that?
So here's all the things in my toolbox for panic attacks. I very rarely have them. Like maybe once every few years when I forget to vent about whatever is really pissing me off on a visceral level. I worked in nursing homes, so I had to vent a lot.
1- vent your feelings, somehow. I have friends or use Twitter (don't laugh, it keeps me sane)
2- pretend you're going to the bathroom and bear down while deep breathing. If you're like me with 3 kids who wrecked your bladder, do it on the toilet. Trust me. Anyways, panic attacks are part of your lizard brain's Fight or Flight warning system. That means in addition to not being able to freaking breathe, your body decreases blood flow to your digestive system.
As my therapist put it, if you are in danger because you're running from a T-Tex, the very last thing you need to deal with is stopping to use the bathroom!
3- make yourself deep breathe slowly. Don't hyperventilate. It takes a few minutes but it helps override your system by basically telling it that there is no danger.
4- the fabulous ER doc instructed me to place my fingertips right above my nose, slow down my breathing, then first speak aloud my fears and then repeat to myself that I am ok. It sounds crazy but he worked with PTSD sufferers in the Croatia-Serbian was so I trusted him and it does really work.
Oops forgot to say that use one hand for above your nose and place the other hand on the back of your head. Yes, it looks a bit silly, but I'd rather look ridiculous than suffer panic attacks.
Ok that's the stuff I can think of off the top of my head that works for me. Who's got some other good non-medicinal to I keep up their sleeves?
And many thanks to NTV for the inspiration!
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[This message edited by Adlham at 7:28 PM, September 22nd (Friday)]