Book: From the Ashes I Will Rise
“[..]Panic attacks…
When it comes to panic attacks I can only talk from my point of view. Everybody can google it but for someone who has never experienced it him-/herself it is very hard to understand how it really feels like.
The feeling of losing control over yourself is the worst part of it, I think. When it started with mine I did not really know what was going on although I always had these pictures on my mind. Pictures that haunt me till now. Pictures of what happened back then.
Not only the pictures from those nights keep coming back to my mind but also ones that concern other incidents I’m struggling with. Therefore I am sure that it feels different if it concerns something else or even someone else.
Some people even panic for apparently no reason where it is way harder to find out the roots of the problem itself. It can be something from your childhood or even something you cannot really remember. But it can also be an anxiety disorder. It is extremely important to know where it comes from in order to defeat it.
Well.. concerning me, it normally starts with a feeling of discomfort. It is something I cannot control, it happens with people I know for a long time but also with people I barely know. My mind tells me “No, you can trust this person” while my feelings tell me “Do not trust anyone.” Like I previously explained if someone you are close to does you wrong like this, you are afraid of everyone.
You can never compare one’s panic attack to another one’s even though the “symptoms” are often similar.
But how can I explain a feeling of something so inexplicable and unbearable?
It can hit me everywhere. It is something I still cannot control one-hundred percent. It is my weakness, my vulnerability.
I do not see myself as damaged or broken but one part of me is definitely not as healthy as others.
It only needs one brief moment that does not feel comfortable and I am losing it. Shaking, being jumpy and not being able to talk is the part that the other person notices. While I feel a fight. A battle over happiness, a battle over control, a battle over emotions that overcome my whole being. Pictures I thought I’ve processed and have made peace with a long time ago suddenly start coming back to my mind. Feeling hopeless. Being angry at myself for losing control over myself. Being angry at myself for letting a person’s act from years ago still control my life. It feels like a vicious circle.
I feel paralyzed.
I want to talk but I can’t. I want to explain how I feel but I just can’t. I want to continue doing what I did but I can’t. I want to have a good time but I can’t because my body just strikes. It is like a writer’s block: You want to write something but you are at a loss for words.
It’s comparable to a blockade just for your body. It feels like every little cell of my body, every little feeling is contracting in my chest, going up to my throat and building a lump in it. A big lump filled with all the sadness and agony I’ve been through, crushing my soul, overwhelming me. Not being able to breath, feeling out of breath. Feeling a chest tightness. A sadness I cannot handle. Basically losing control over everything; feeling vulnerable, scared, weak, angry, helpless and hopeless; feeling highly uncomfortable and exposed.
Even now just thinking about it while writing this I am struggling for words to explain a reaction experienced so many times in my life that I cannot fully understand myself. I know where it comes from and I know how I’m feeling then but some feelings are indescribable.
How do you explain a feeling when it contains so many different emotions at once?
Most of the time it just strikes out of the blue without any warning. Everything is fine and the next minute I feel like being buried by an avalanche of negative emotions. A racing heart, a a choking feeling, feeling unreal and detached from my surroundings.
It normally feels like it lasts for hours but in reality I think it only lasts about ten minutes. Then I feel better, getting my control back slowly. I slowly can start talking again, the lumps in my breast are loosening. I feel a kind of shame that I exposed myself as so weak but then I tell myself “At least I am real. A person with feelings in an ice-cold world where feelings are secondary”.
I like to compare it to a feeling of dying inside, burning and then rising again, rising from the ashes like a phoenix.
Often I hate myself for losing control over my own reactions but it is like a vice. Some people’s vices are addictions while mine is this weakness, a weakness that is treatable. Never forget that. It just takes time, healing takes time.
By and by I learned to feel when I am about to have a panic attack again. I still start shaking and feeling paralyzed in a way but I managed over the time to control it so far that I do not start crying uncontrollably and I learned to stop shaking as soon as I notice it. It is still as a war inside of my head when it happens but it is one that I feel like winning every time a bit more and a bit easier even when it’s almost overwhelming me. The panic attacks got shorter and I can put an end to it when I really focus on it. Concentrating on stopping it, telling myself over and over again that I do not have to be scared, telling myself over and over again that I am safe, telling myself over and over again that this person next to me is not the person that raped me or a stranger that molested me. Concentrating on positive things in my life. With all I’ve got I am pulling myself out of these negative emotions, out of this feeling of losing it.[…]”