Gafoogle
Well-Known Member
I see this topic raised a lot of here, though that doesn't really surprise me. I thought we could compile our thoughts on the matter for anyone who's joined by 'the fear' right now.
I'm prone to panic attacks and have been having them regularly for six years or so now. The frequency varies as time goes on, life gets more or less stressfull. Now I typically have an attack every few days and they last about five to ten minutes. Sometimes longer, sometimes shorter.
Here's something I jotted down the other day when I was trying to get through an attack myself.
1. Realize that your thought pattern has turned negative. Somewhere down the line you stopped thinking about things that you like and decided to focus on what makes you unhappy.
2. Either deal with the negativity or move past it, but don't be consumed by it. Don't get sucked in. You'll fall off the road of panic into the ditch of depression, possibly literally if you're drinking.
3. Get up and move. Even if for just a few seconds, release some energy (however you like
). I tend to pace, but this only aids the thinking process. If I want to completely let go of my thoughts then I dance. Might seem silly but it's the quickest mood booster. Pretend you're dancing for someone, picture how they'd react. Guarantee you'll feel a little better.
4. Surround yourself with things you like (favorite music, art/colours, people, food, movies), create a positive environment for your high. You have to nurture it like a little baby bird.
5. Channel that energy and emotion into something creative. A song, painting, recipe, story, poem, sculpture, etc. Something you can make with your hands so as to relieve the pressure from your mind.
6. Meditation, yoga, incense, candles, bubble bath, chocolate, and a glass of wine ...have a girl's night Apparently we're the more hormonal sex so trust us we know how to relax.
7. Just ride the wave while it's here
...because we both know it won't last forever.
If I've been insincere about this topic in other threads I'm sorry - I know panic attacks are a bitch and can completely ruin that elusive high. However I truly believe the best way to deal with them is to realize that they are not there.
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I'm prone to panic attacks and have been having them regularly for six years or so now. The frequency varies as time goes on, life gets more or less stressfull. Now I typically have an attack every few days and they last about five to ten minutes. Sometimes longer, sometimes shorter.
Here's something I jotted down the other day when I was trying to get through an attack myself.
1. Realize that your thought pattern has turned negative. Somewhere down the line you stopped thinking about things that you like and decided to focus on what makes you unhappy.
2. Either deal with the negativity or move past it, but don't be consumed by it. Don't get sucked in. You'll fall off the road of panic into the ditch of depression, possibly literally if you're drinking.
3. Get up and move. Even if for just a few seconds, release some energy (however you like
). I tend to pace, but this only aids the thinking process. If I want to completely let go of my thoughts then I dance. Might seem silly but it's the quickest mood booster. Pretend you're dancing for someone, picture how they'd react. Guarantee you'll feel a little better.4. Surround yourself with things you like (favorite music, art/colours, people, food, movies), create a positive environment for your high. You have to nurture it like a little baby bird.
5. Channel that energy and emotion into something creative. A song, painting, recipe, story, poem, sculpture, etc. Something you can make with your hands so as to relieve the pressure from your mind.
6. Meditation, yoga, incense, candles, bubble bath, chocolate, and a glass of wine ...have a girl's night
Apparently we're the more hormonal sex so trust us we know how to relax.7. Just ride the wave while it's here
...because we both know it won't last forever. If I've been insincere about this topic in other threads I'm sorry - I know panic attacks are a bitch and can completely ruin that elusive high. However I truly believe the best way to deal with them is to realize that they are not there.
[youtube]YXKFTzlBziI[/youtube]
Family Guy... American Dad... music sometimes helps If its calming like bob Marley, The Beatles.. ect
" We smoke a bowl out on the balcony in the AM hours of fall, it was pretty cool with all the trees changing color and being so stoned! Nothing like California. So I start to pack another one and ask him if he's done, he says he's good to go for round two, I ask "are you sure?" and he assures me all is good so we spark up bowl #2... Half way through is when I see him start to trip! He starts feeling his neck for a pulse and standing up and sitting back down right away... I was just sitting there watching and enjoying the high.. He goes back in the house and comes out FREAKED!!! I'm still stoned off my ass so I react accordingly... "WTFKJEKJE@?@?? WHAT? Omg! What?!" "dude, we have to go! Get up! Lets go!!" "OK, where are we going?" "you have to take me to the ER RIGHT NOW!" "What?! Why?!" "I'm dying! I'm gonna die!" so we run to the car and head into town to the little ER they had. I was TRIPPING because we just got bailed out of jail by his mom right after we got there (another story..) 2 or 3 months earlier for possession of weed in AK, they treat it like it's meth out there, which came along with a HEFTY ass fine and I knew if we went to the ER she'd find out exactly what happened and blame EVERYTHING on the weed! So we're sitting in the parking lot, I'm sitting there explaining to him what's going on, he's just tripping his balls off because we smoked and he's not going to die and his mom is going to literally kill us when we get back when she finds out what happened, etc.. So he FINALLY realizes... when he was checking his pulse, right after we smoked at the house on his little electronic heart monitor (he got because of his previous panic attacks), he was reading it UPSIDE DOWN!!! LMFAO! 
sounds like some dank shit
