Hello everyone,
This is my first post. I was so happy to discover that a board related to DP was not only available, but also heavily trafficked by other people, sharing stories/articles/experiences, etc.
I will post my personal story in the appropriate section, when I'm finished with it.
Basically, 10 years ago this October 27 was a day that changed my life. I was a full-time student in college by day and working part-time at a convenience store at night.
One night the owner's son "dared" me to take 3 Vivarin tablets (600mg of caffeine). I used to drink a lot of coffee and Coke back then so I figured what's 3 Vivarin. No big deal, right? Wrong!
I took the Vivarin around 8PM that Thursday night, and by 11:30 I was in a full blown panic. My shift ended at 11 and I didn't really start to panic and feel unreal until I got home.
I thought I was going to die. My heart was about to pound out of my chest, my breathing was very fast, and everything around me seemed unreal, two-dimensional. I felt totally detached from my normal self.
I ended up in the ER the following day around Noon. I thought I would be diagnosed with some very serious heart ailment but that wasn't the case. I was told I simply had experienced an acute panic attack, was given some Ativan and told to go home and rest.
I kept thinking, "my goodness I could have died." That was 1994. Today, however, I now know I was never close to dying -- it merely FELT like I was dying (the symptoms had tricked me).
That first full day after the attack, I noticed an immediate change in my breathing. Whereas before the attack I never even noticed how I breathed, now I was obsessed with voluntarily controlling my breathing (because I was afraid my body wouldn't breathe for me).
My breathing was high up in my chest vs. in my belly. I believe I have been chronically, subtlely hyperventilating since the attack.
I guess I'm wondering if anyone can relate to what I went through and what I'm going through. I haven't had a bona fide anxiety attack since March 1995, my second and most recent panic attack to date, but I have agoraphobic tendencies and am afraid to go out of my apartment because everything seems so unreal.
When I look in the mirror at myself I can't really connect with what I see in the mirror. It seems bizarre that I'm still alive after that one panic almost a decade ago.
I want to go back to 1994 and do this all over again so I did not take the Vivarin. This is an impossible request, of course, because we cannot "do over" anything.
I would be overwhelmingly grateful if anyone has advice on how to move on or feel better connected to myself and my immediate environment and surroundings. I think I'm afraid of these feelings and that is why they persist.
I know that these feelings are harmless, but I still can't seem to forgive myself for what I did that one night on October 27, 1994. In fact, for the longest time, I only purchased products or drove cars that were manufactured before 1995. I just could not believe that I lived through the attack, and it seemed unbelievable that anything made after 1994 could be real.
As crazy as that sounds, my doctor doesn't believe I have any sort of psychosis. He just says I have panic disorder, even though I haven't had a panic attack in almost 10 years. He wasn't even familiar with DP Syndrome. Not getting the right diagnosis is frustrating.
I currently take 2 to 4mg of Klonopin a day for anxiety. Unfortunately, I lost my job 2 years ago and have been too scared and anxious to look for another one since. My friends all tell me to "pull myself up by my bootstraps" but this is different. It is incredible when you feel spaced out and anxious 24/7.
I have come close to losing hope in the past, but finding this message board and reading the messages has led me to believe that I just might not feel this way forever. I really think I can overcome this; I'm just not sure what I can do to bridge the gap between 1994 and 2004.
The good news is that when I found this message board yesterday and read up on DP I felt a little more relaxed, a little more myself, just to know that I'm not alone. I know that millions of people struggle with panic but how many people struggle 24/7 with DP? Not nearly in the millions, I wouldn't think. Until yesterday, I thought I was the only one who feels this way.
Again, thank you for letting me post, and any responses would be appreciated beyond what you could ever imagine. I am so glad I found this community.
Kind Regards,
Jeff
This is my first post. I was so happy to discover that a board related to DP was not only available, but also heavily trafficked by other people, sharing stories/articles/experiences, etc.
I will post my personal story in the appropriate section, when I'm finished with it.
Basically, 10 years ago this October 27 was a day that changed my life. I was a full-time student in college by day and working part-time at a convenience store at night.
One night the owner's son "dared" me to take 3 Vivarin tablets (600mg of caffeine). I used to drink a lot of coffee and Coke back then so I figured what's 3 Vivarin. No big deal, right? Wrong!
I took the Vivarin around 8PM that Thursday night, and by 11:30 I was in a full blown panic. My shift ended at 11 and I didn't really start to panic and feel unreal until I got home.
I thought I was going to die. My heart was about to pound out of my chest, my breathing was very fast, and everything around me seemed unreal, two-dimensional. I felt totally detached from my normal self.
I ended up in the ER the following day around Noon. I thought I would be diagnosed with some very serious heart ailment but that wasn't the case. I was told I simply had experienced an acute panic attack, was given some Ativan and told to go home and rest.
I kept thinking, "my goodness I could have died." That was 1994. Today, however, I now know I was never close to dying -- it merely FELT like I was dying (the symptoms had tricked me).
That first full day after the attack, I noticed an immediate change in my breathing. Whereas before the attack I never even noticed how I breathed, now I was obsessed with voluntarily controlling my breathing (because I was afraid my body wouldn't breathe for me).
My breathing was high up in my chest vs. in my belly. I believe I have been chronically, subtlely hyperventilating since the attack.
I guess I'm wondering if anyone can relate to what I went through and what I'm going through. I haven't had a bona fide anxiety attack since March 1995, my second and most recent panic attack to date, but I have agoraphobic tendencies and am afraid to go out of my apartment because everything seems so unreal.
When I look in the mirror at myself I can't really connect with what I see in the mirror. It seems bizarre that I'm still alive after that one panic almost a decade ago.
I want to go back to 1994 and do this all over again so I did not take the Vivarin. This is an impossible request, of course, because we cannot "do over" anything.
I would be overwhelmingly grateful if anyone has advice on how to move on or feel better connected to myself and my immediate environment and surroundings. I think I'm afraid of these feelings and that is why they persist.
I know that these feelings are harmless, but I still can't seem to forgive myself for what I did that one night on October 27, 1994. In fact, for the longest time, I only purchased products or drove cars that were manufactured before 1995. I just could not believe that I lived through the attack, and it seemed unbelievable that anything made after 1994 could be real.
As crazy as that sounds, my doctor doesn't believe I have any sort of psychosis. He just says I have panic disorder, even though I haven't had a panic attack in almost 10 years. He wasn't even familiar with DP Syndrome. Not getting the right diagnosis is frustrating.
I currently take 2 to 4mg of Klonopin a day for anxiety. Unfortunately, I lost my job 2 years ago and have been too scared and anxious to look for another one since. My friends all tell me to "pull myself up by my bootstraps" but this is different. It is incredible when you feel spaced out and anxious 24/7.
I have come close to losing hope in the past, but finding this message board and reading the messages has led me to believe that I just might not feel this way forever. I really think I can overcome this; I'm just not sure what I can do to bridge the gap between 1994 and 2004.
The good news is that when I found this message board yesterday and read up on DP I felt a little more relaxed, a little more myself, just to know that I'm not alone. I know that millions of people struggle with panic but how many people struggle 24/7 with DP? Not nearly in the millions, I wouldn't think. Until yesterday, I thought I was the only one who feels this way.
Again, thank you for letting me post, and any responses would be appreciated beyond what you could ever imagine. I am so glad I found this community.
Kind Regards,
Jeff