“Each day I tried a new goal. Sometimes it took three or four tries to move forward, but I never went backward.”
My story is much like others’ who suffer with panic disorder. Look at a list of symptoms and you’ll see mine.
My first panic attack occurred when I was 14. Later I would have them while driving on the interstate – so I stopped driving on the interstate. I had them at movie theaters or concerts – so I stopped going to those places. I stopped going to the mall, to the grocery store, or flying. I stopped going anywhere alone with my children because I was afraid of what might happen to them if I fainted or died while we were out. Eventually, I stopped going anywhere alone.
I quit my job and sold my car and relied on my husband to take me and the children everywhere. I remember every day seeming gray and cloudy, and every day I cried. Then I decided that the only way I was going to live again was to face my fears head on.
I made a chart of short- and long-term goals. First was driving alone to the store. My hands were shaking on the steering wheel. But back at home I put a star next to my accomplishment. Each day I tried a new goal. Sometimes it took three or four tries to move forward, but I never went backward.
I took my cell phone eve