This is me: is me: http://profile.myspace.co...ile&friendid=36540040 The intro is gonna be a wee bit lengthy
because there's some things I gotta get out in the open. I won't be offended if you skip through it. 
I'll start off by saying it's nice to see I'm not the only one who has to put up
with those annoying palpitations and can't keep his fingers off his neck for half an hour. Two weeks ago I ended up in the hospital after an anxiety attack
and that's when things got really bad (well, after the Ativan wore off.) That was the most horrible experience of my life. The first week that followed was
hell. I was certain I was going, or had already went, completely insane. I also just KNEW that I had damaged my heart, and maybe my brain. every day I was
certain I wouldn't make it to the next. I felt like I had been beaten down and imprisoned within my own head and within the sheer terror that now
controlled my life. I lost all track of time and any form of happiness or sanity felt like a long lost memory drowned under a sea of crushing angst. Now
it's two weeks later and only recently did I figure out why I still feel all of those odd sensations, discomforts, and general feelings of doom that I
couldn't get anyone to take me seriously about. I've found ways to fight back against the anxiety that always seems to be waiting in ambush to leap out
and overcome me again. Up until the attack I used to smoke weed regularly. Now I can barely take a couple puffs without panic creeping in on me. Wow, I just
realized how much I've written so I'm gonna have some mercy and cut it short. Let me finish by saying that I feel strengthened to be in the company of
people who can truly understand what I'm going through. I'm here to help myself and help everyone else who has to struggle with this in any way I can.
I'll start off by saying it's nice to see I'm not the only one who has to put up
with those annoying palpitations and can't keep his fingers off his neck for half an hour. Two weeks ago I ended up in the hospital after an anxiety attack
and that's when things got really bad (well, after the Ativan wore off.) That was the most horrible experience of my life. The first week that followed was
hell. I was certain I was going, or had already went, completely insane. I also just KNEW that I had damaged my heart, and maybe my brain. every day I was
certain I wouldn't make it to the next. I felt like I had been beaten down and imprisoned within my own head and within the sheer terror that now
controlled my life. I lost all track of time and any form of happiness or sanity felt like a long lost memory drowned under a sea of crushing angst. Now
it's two weeks later and only recently did I figure out why I still feel all of those odd sensations, discomforts, and general feelings of doom that I
couldn't get anyone to take me seriously about. I've found ways to fight back against the anxiety that always seems to be waiting in ambush to leap out
and overcome me again. Up until the attack I used to smoke weed regularly. Now I can barely take a couple puffs without panic creeping in on me. Wow, I just
realized how much I've written so I'm gonna have some mercy and cut it short. Let me finish by saying that I feel strengthened to be in the company of
people who can truly understand what I'm going through. I'm here to help myself and help everyone else who has to struggle with this in any way I can.
