
Midgardsorm
Paragon
- Apr 28, 2020
- 917
So, last Tuesday I had a severe Anxiety Crisis / Panic Crisis. I don't actually know what happened, but I couldn't stay still, sit down, lie down, I were absolutely scared, preoccupied, everything were tickling me. I was also feeling very weak, my head were spinning and for some times, the uncomfortable sensation were so painful that I was hoping that I could just "Vanish" from existence. Get out of my body somehow.
I tried some teas, tried to calm myself down, tried to sleep, tried some meditation, nothing worked.
I ended up in the Hospital, having to wait like 2 hours to receive treatment, sitting on a very uncomfortable chair with my stomach bursting and feeling my heart beating strong and fast.
When the doctor finally saw me, he asked to the nurse to get me a Diazepam injection. I took it and finally slept a little, waking up some hours later more relaxed, although not so much, but it was bearable.
At home, I called my mom, she obviously said it was nothing and I was overreacting, asked if I was still seeing the psychologist and then hurried to hang up because she had things to do.
Now, I'm back, really scared of what happened. At that day I really though I wasn't going to make it through and started to get rid of everything that I had left, so I have as few things as possible for when to ctb. I took meto 10mg once and it was already scheduling the time for the next pill, but I couldn't fast because I was feeling very weak, but I was definitely really to leave. SN were there, I just had to take the medications and fast (which it was difficult).
Today I'm a bit better, but not so much. It is the second painful memory that is on my mind now. I really don't want to feel like that again, I don't want that feeling to anybody. I wonder if this is what is like to have PSTD, I don't think I have it, but the thought of that day and the days I began to feel breathlessness scares me so much that I really prefer to shoot myself in the heart than to feel it again. I'm even a bit uncomfortable at writing this because I don't even want to remember what happened.
I don't usually post things. Is this what is like to have PTSD? I'm already troubled enough in my mind to deal with those things ... I really don't know how long I can take.
I tried some teas, tried to calm myself down, tried to sleep, tried some meditation, nothing worked.
I ended up in the Hospital, having to wait like 2 hours to receive treatment, sitting on a very uncomfortable chair with my stomach bursting and feeling my heart beating strong and fast.
When the doctor finally saw me, he asked to the nurse to get me a Diazepam injection. I took it and finally slept a little, waking up some hours later more relaxed, although not so much, but it was bearable.
At home, I called my mom, she obviously said it was nothing and I was overreacting, asked if I was still seeing the psychologist and then hurried to hang up because she had things to do.
Now, I'm back, really scared of what happened. At that day I really though I wasn't going to make it through and started to get rid of everything that I had left, so I have as few things as possible for when to ctb. I took meto 10mg once and it was already scheduling the time for the next pill, but I couldn't fast because I was feeling very weak, but I was definitely really to leave. SN were there, I just had to take the medications and fast (which it was difficult).
Today I'm a bit better, but not so much. It is the second painful memory that is on my mind now. I really don't want to feel like that again, I don't want that feeling to anybody. I wonder if this is what is like to have PSTD, I don't think I have it, but the thought of that day and the days I began to feel breathlessness scares me so much that I really prefer to shoot myself in the heart than to feel it again. I'm even a bit uncomfortable at writing this because I don't even want to remember what happened.
I don't usually post things. Is this what is like to have PTSD? I'm already troubled enough in my mind to deal with those things ... I really don't know how long I can take.