To be honest, I really don’t understand the reasons for panic attacks. They’re stupid…plain and simple. I recall my mother having them when I was a kid, and her fear of having them kept her in her house. All. The. Time! I had hoped, growing up, not having to deal with such issues…but alas, it has happened. I heard panic attacks can be hereditary, but I don’t know for sure.
Anyways…tonight, I had a panic attack. I was already in a funk as it was, dealing with certain issues that I most certainly did not want to encounter – but I had to. We got home from an out-of-town trip, and it hit me slowly, growing with each passing minute. Then, it was to the point where I couldn’t take it anymore. I ran to our bedroom, where it was mostly quiet, and broke down. I hate feeling like this, I thought. I informed my husband of what was happening, and he assured me that he had the kids taken care of, and to take my time to calm my body down. 30 minutes later, I had chilled long enough…and I craved a walk. Not a long walk…maybe 15 minutes would do the trick.
Two of my younger kids decided to come along with me, while my husband watched the others. And off we went – exploring our small neighborhood with a nice little walk in the sun. We played around, we sang together, we held hands, and I took a few beautiful pictures. After all, exercising releases the ‘happy endorphins’, right? Though it was a wicked hot 89 degrees outside, it was incredibly nice to spend a little bit of time with Sophia and Benny. They may not remember the memory, but I sure will. I love my kids!
Through the bad, came some much needed good! I’m grateful to my Heavenly Father for opportunities to better my situations, both big and small.
Does anyone else suffer from panic attacks? How do you cope with them?