My first panic attack was before thirteen years. Some friends had come home and after they left I was just cleaning up the place while my husband was working in the kitchen. All of a sudden I felt abnormal. My heart was racing and I felt I was about to faint. I was soon taken to the emergency room and there somehow the doctors managed to get my heart beat under control. They couldn’t find anything abnormal with me so I was sent home.
I couldn’t think of anything else other than this incident later. I was set-up on checking my pulse every now and then, and visiting doctors whenever I found a little variation in the pulse. I racked my brains to find out what had gone wrong with me. Then my aunt said that she was convinced that I had panic attacks, and she took me to a therapist, but I don’t think that worked much.
I am now mom to four cute girls of which two of them are twins. My younger daughter had a severe health problem last month and I was in depression all the time.
Now-a-days I have started taking alcohol to calm myself down, but the drink increases my heart beat and hence I cannot use it frequently. Well, my recent problem is that I can’t breath properly now. I always have a feeling that I have something in my chest that doesn’t allow me to breathe properly, though my chest x-ray have shown that there is nothing wrong with my respiratory tract.
I can realize what is going around me, but there is nothing I can do ton stop it. I just feel I am fed up of everything.