by Wondercookie » Fri Nov 14, 2003 4:15 pm
Helz: You saw your doctor, right? He gave you a complete physical? He said everything was normal with your body?
There's nothing wrong with you, Helz. What you're going through is normal, I think...or at least I hope, because I have those moments of terrible thoughts as well. Like when driving--I'll be listening to music, singing at my loudest worst, and all of a sudden I'll get a dazzling psychic premonition that I'm going to run headon into one of those big trucks that are speeding in the opposite direction. These are really bad thoughts, and I can see them in graphic detail. I've been in two bad car accidents in my life, and I remember that dazed, numb feeling afterwards: "That just didn't happen to me!"
But when the thought is gone, I have to remember that it was only a thought. No, I wasn't contemplating purposefully running headon into one of those big rigs. It was just a thought, what would happen if one accidentally crossed the line and hit me? I have to remind myself that life is good, fantastic! And it's a blessing that my terrible thought didn't come true.
I'm 6-years panic free now, Helz. My panic attacks came on much like yours...drinking an awful lot and then pouring caffeine into my system the day after. Caffeine was the hardest thing to quit. I depended on caffeine to wake me up in the mornings, give me an extra boost in the late afternoon, and then gear me back up before I started partying that night. I felt like the world was picking on me when I stopped, and I went through withdrawals--believe it or not. I desperately needed caffeine, and my body screamed for it constantly for about two months after I stopped.
During that time, the panic attacks went on. Daily. I had at least one attack per day. At LEAST. These would leave me tired, with no energy left to do anything. It felt like I was mentally raped, I swear!
But in time, the caffeine cravings simmered down. I realized that without caffeine in my system, it was a HELLUVA lot easier to go to sleep at night. Before, I would toss and turn until three or four in the morning, and then the alarm would wake me up at six. After the caffeine withdrawals stopped, I would lay in bed for ten minutes and then be out until six. Eight hours of sleep feels so wonderful, you really have something good to look forward to, Helz. You're going to love it.
Take care of yourself, Helz! It won't do any good to read self-help books alone. I tried that. I had to read and then firmly apply what I was reading to my life. I had to keep constant reminders all around me that there was a reason I was striving to change my life. Eat right, sleep 8 hours a night, drink plenty of fluids, talk about your problems with your mom, exercise, and stay away from alcohol! I can't stress the alcohol enough, my friend! When I drank, it was like rubbing sandpaper on my soul, until it was raw and bloody. The caffeine the next morning was like pouring salt over this bleeding mess, and the panic was the pain that came on immediately.
You're young. So is Matt. Around my age. I was young when the panic came on...I'm wondering, is this a way our body has of telling us that we're not 18 anymore? Time to take care of ourselves now. Time to shift down one gear. Time to move into the next step of our evolution.
You're not bonkers, I know that you feel like you're going crazy--but you're not. I felt the same way, and I still consider myself pretty sane.
We must have missed this class in high school, huh? He he he...
God Bless