My First Panic Attack – 15 Years Old

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My First Panic Attack – 15 Years Old

I was 15 years old when I had my first panic attack. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was reading a comic book called “Books of Magic.” My memory is foggy on this part, but I recall that in this particular comic, the characters from Neil Gaiman’s Sandman series (Death and Dream) cease to exist. This concept of theoretically eternal characters dying made my 15 year old mind start to spin. The room was moving. I was dizzy. I sat up from the blue This End Up couch and found my mom in our West 87th Street apartment.

“Mom,” I said “I need to go outside right now.”
“Okay.” My mom said grabbing her coat and not missing a beat.
I took her hand and we got in the elevator and headed outside to the front of our building. I could feel my heart racing uncontrollably.

“Mom.” I said timidly. ” I don’t know what my place is in this world.”

I looked up at my mother wanting her to save me. I wanted her to stop the sky from spinning. I needed my heart to stop racing. But everything kept going including my mind. It wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop it.

My mom just held my hand and told me to breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth. After five minutes, my heart began to steady and slow down. But I was left with this unsettling feeling that one day, I was going to die.

Not only was I going to die someday, but I was very small in comparison to the rest of the world, which was rather large.

I couldn’t get over how small I felt. I was an ant and the universe was expansive and I was drowning in the hugeness of it all.

I went to bed that night hoping that it would all go away by the morning. But when I awoke the next day, my heart was still racing.

I had plans to attend a comic convention with my best friend. I called her a few days later and told her I couldn’t go. We’d bought tickets and everything.

“I don’t understand.” She said. “You were really excited to go. What happened?”

I tried to explain to her about the Books of Magic comic I’d read and how it made me feel. She tried to empathize, but she was disappointed that I wasn’t going to the convention since we’d been so excited about it.

Weeks later, she experienced a panic attack too. She understood what I was going through. We didn’t know what to call them at the time, so we labeled them “freaking out.” When we experienced panic, we were “freaking out.”

From the day that I had my first panic attack at age 15, my life was never the same.

To be continued…

By | 2014-04-06T01:44:57+00:00 August 30th, 2013|Anxiety, Panic|1 Comment

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  1. […] have panic disorder. I manage chronic anxiety every single day. I had my first panic attack when I was fifteen years-old and (at the time) I had no idea what was going on. I thought I might […]

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