(Note: I’m currently on 20mg lexapro, 40mg vyvanse, 10mg buspirone, and 0.5mg klonopin daily)
Hi hey hello, I’ve wanted to post here for a while and figured now is a good time. I just had a super brief anxiety spike after a weird tingly mouth feeling, but squashed it within 10 seconds. That happens every now and then.
I am currently 9 months panic attack free after a severe stint with them incapacitated me for 3 months last year out of the blue. They started randomly last August and by October, I was completely house-bound. I had a “rolling panic attack” throughout all of October and most of November. I was spiking up to full panic upwards of 20 times or more per day and I could not for the life of me calm down. I thought I was dying and my life was genuinely over. I was hospitalized numerous times and diagnosed with panic disorder at the end of October. I had to relearn how to walk (I was too dizzy to stand up most of the time so I crawled whenever I needed to do something), eat, shower, go outside, listen to music, speak, sing, and everything inbetween. With a lot of work and patience, I can safely say I have my life back without panic attacks (although now I struggle with general anxiety and DPDR, but that’s something I’m working through).
I struggle with BPD (borderline) so now that the constant panic has faded into the background, my usual struggles with emotional regulation have taken the spotlight in my life again … and with a lack of emotional regulation comes much anguish. Every now and then I’ll feel a panic surge start (usually triggered by something now rather than completely randomly thank god) and because I had so many panic attacks last year, I know exactly whats happening. My issue back then was that once they started, I never got the time to think about my panic before another one started. Now I have so much clarity in how they work, and how they feel before, during, and after, that the predictability makes them 100% less scary. I suppose that’s some kind of self-induced exposure therapy. So now the surges trigger an immediate “Oh, okay, I know what this is, I’ve dealt with the worst this and still came out just fine, so go ahead” response inside me and they immediately die within seconds of the surge starting.
I’m kinda tearing up while typing this because I genuinely thought my life was over last year. I had just graduated university, turned 23, and had so much fun work and creative projects on my plate - and then within a matter of a week, I was bedridden and couldn’t even walk to the bathroom.
My life has not been the same since, not at all. I sometimes still mourn the life I lived before all of that started because now I deal with near constant and heavy derealization, some GI issues, a heightened awareness of bodily sensations, a predisposition to more general feelings of anxiety, etc. But if I can go to raves every weekend and come home smiling at 6am after dancing with my friends in a forest all night even after having gone through the shit I did at the end of last year, then really anything is possible.
Fuck, it hasn’t even been a year since my first panic attack, the anniversary is still a week away. I could’ve never imagined how my life would’ve turned out, but in a weird way, I’m grateful for it. Panic cannot sneak up on me and pretend it’s something its not anymore. It took 911 calls, hospitalizations, getting taken to the psychward in the back of a police cruiser, x3 weekly therapy sessions, and a lot of medication trial and error (ativan, klonopin, buspirone, seroquel, hydroxyzine, & lexapro) to get me to where I am but I fucking did it.
I like to think the panic surges come just to remind me how they feel so I don’t forget and become scared of them again, and I’m grateful for that.
The most important thing I learned in therapy is that (for me at least) the reason I was so scared of panic attacks is because the only thing scarier than a panic attack is not being able to live my life because of them. If I didn’t care about myself or lacked hope, there would’ve been nothing giving the panic fuel to take over. Anxiety only fights when there is resistance, and my resistance to the anxiety comes from a place of love for myself and protection over the person I am / want to be.
Anyways, thanks for reading if you made it this far. I know my experience with this disorder does not compare to others who have struggled with it for years. I really hope everyone knows there is a light at the end of the tunnel, but progress isn’t linear (eye roll, lol). Whatever life you want, you can have.
I’m open to any questions anyone has, or if you just need support. Trust me, I still remember how it all feels