Posted by: antidepressantbarbie on Thursday, July 13, 2006
Ok, here we go. This story is never-ending and I don't realistically expect to be free from my issues ever. But I am managing very well these days. Let me start out by saying that anyone who claims depression and anxiety isn't hereditary has not met my family!!! All of us are on meds for either depression, anxiety or both. All of us have found that weight gain is a significant side effect of the meds.
Well, I think I'm finally ready to tell my story. It has taken some time to get the courage to do this. It's a petty typical story, much like what I've read on this site, but I'm not a writer, and it's hard for me to get my thoughts organized.
I have been suffering with anxiety for the past 30 plus years. For a very long time I kept this information to myself, even my husband who I had been married to for seven years at the time didn't know.
May I introduce myself to you. I am DeBee, a wife, a mother, a sister, a nurse..... and I am someone who has GAD and PD. It wasn't until I gave birth to my third child, at age 32, that I had my first full blown panic attack. Panic Attacks, to me, are like what I would imagine *Hell *would be like. I cannot think of *anything* that is worse than going through a *severe* panic attack.
Posted by: haydensmom on Monday, February 21, 2005
I have been suffering from panic attacks for several years now. The first one, I was sleeping and woke up with my mind racing and heart beating out of my chest. I got out of the bed and went to the kitchen for some water. Then it hit me, I was having a heart attack.
Well, that question has a long story behind it. I was always a 'still waters run deep' kind of child, shy, sensitive, always thinking, but very quiet. I knew from a very early age I just wanted to be a good person, not get in anyone's way, never be involved in confrontation, never pick on anyone, etc etc.
