Panic attacks

Any time I'm dealing with even slight depression, anxiety attacks are always a possibility for me. They suck, big time, especially if I have one over "nothing", if there's a reason, I can usually talk and breathe my way through. The unexplained ones can take me to the point of almost passing out. My dogs are very patient, they give me space while it's happening and rush to cuddle as soon as it's passed :)
 
Panic / Anxiety attacks really suck... Normally I can breathe it out for a bit, If i'm out in a crowd I have to get out of the crowd to calm down.

The worst it ever was, I swore i was having a heart attack... those nights, damn near nothing helps.
 
Ugh, if logic worked with anxiety, I'd be a happy girl, lol :) I was extremely depressed this spring, and I would have them if I was on Facebook, and my friends had happy status updates :( It was happening quickly, but basically, I'd feel jealousy and spite, then extreme guilt for feeling that way, followed immediately by a big attack b/c I felt I was becoming a horrible person :thumbdown
 
Why did u think u were being a horrible person? When I'm in the midst of one I kinda get quiet, sweat, listen to my pounding heart and don't like to talk a lot. I'm inattentive but I wouldn't say horrible.
 
Mine feel the same as pre-fainting: cold sweat, heart pounding, dizzy, blah! I felt like I was becoming a bad person because I couldn't feel happy for my friends; I would feel bitter that they were happy and I wasn't. It felt awful to have angry, negative thoughts over things that once made me smile, you know?
 
I don't per se. although i do have angry thoughts at times, more that i am having my panic attacks not that I'm angry about it. I just feel vulnerable during them and that makes me upset. I consider myself usually a pretty together person. Hell I got kudos for my work at the crisis center for several years, but handling my own "crisis" I suck
 
Self degradation is a good description. Once when I was at my lowest, I went on Facebook to see a beautiful album of wedding pictures posted by my friend who used to be the most dysfunctional person imaginable. My first thought was "How in the hell did that screw up end up happier than me?!", followed by extreme Catholic guilt ( a "nice" person would never think that about a friend) and presto: huuuuge anxiety attack :thumbdown
 
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