Panic attacks absolutely suck.... I’ve had them, in the moment it feels like I’m dying, most of the time they occur in the early hours of the morning, so the darkness and feeling of being entirely alone in the moment is compounded and feeds into the experience. More often than not, I get them when I’ve been neglecting getting enough sleep for weeks and I am amped up with stress from work or finances. I think it’s the physiological manifestation of a brain reaching overcapacity, adrenaline kicks in fueling the sensation, creating a weird fusion storm of physical and emotional elements. Nothing helps in the moment besides turning the lights on, and slow breathing it out. I do seem to be able to prevent them by intentionally reducing stress and getting better sleep. Reading a book before bed tends to get my mindset off life and into sleep.
Losing loved ones is inevitable. We all die, our fate is either to die young ourselves, or to live long enough to watch our family and friends go before we do. Every death is a wound that eventually scars, the grief comes overwhelming and all consuming, then time does it’s thing and the waves of pain and moments of grief lessen in frequency, though still only a certain song, smell, or sight a way from being triggered back into a flood of memories and gut wrenching pain. The pain and grief are the dues for the love and good times shared with the one you’ve lost. psych medication can deaden the pain but it also flattens the joys, and you still can have that if you choose. Avoiding the pain at the cost of joy is soul killing, our meaning in life is to experience the joys and pains of existence.
Your passed loved ones are in peace. They have no pain or burdens, the joy that they experienced in life goes on with them. It’s okay to let go, not letting go of their memories and to never think of them, but just letting go of the turmoil inside as you torment yourself with “would haves” and “could haves”. Your mind can not sustain the burden, and is letting you know it’s time.
What do you expect from a therapist though?
“How are you feeling?.... tell more more about how that made you feel...? What do you think you should do...? “
Panic attacks absolutely suck.... I’ve had them, in the moment it feels like I’m dying, most of the time they occur in the early hours of the morning, so the darkness and feeling of being entirely alone in the moment is compounded and feeds into the experience. More often than not, I get them when I’ve been neglecting getting enough sleep for weeks and I am amped up with stress from work or finances. I think it’s the physiological manifestation of a brain reaching overcapacity, adrenaline kicks in fueling the sensation, creating a weird fusion storm of physical and emotional elements. Nothing helps in the moment besides turning the lights on, and slow breathing it out. I do seem to be able to prevent them by intentionally reducing stress and getting better sleep. Reading a book before bed tends to get my mindset off life and into sleep.
Losing loved ones is inevitable. We all die, our fate is either to die young ourselves, or to live long enough to watch our family and friends go before we do. Every death is a wound that eventually scars, the grief comes overwhelming and all consuming, then time does it’s thing and the waves of pain and moments of grief lessen in frequency, though still only a certain song, smell, or sight a way from being triggered back into a flood of memories and gut wrenching pain. The pain and grief are the dues for the love and good times shared with the one you’ve lost. psych medication can deaden the pain but it also flattens the joys, and you still can have that if you choose. Avoiding the pain at the cost of joy is soul killing, our meaning in life is to experience the joys and pains of existence.
Your passed loved ones are in peace. They have no pain or burdens, the joy that they experienced in life goes on with them. It’s okay to let go, not letting go of their memories and to never think of them, but just letting go of the turmoil inside as you torment yourself with “would haves” and “could haves”. Your mind can not sustain the burden, and is letting you know it’s time.