I found myself in the middle of I-5 traffic in the 80-degree sultry southern California heat, running mildly on time to an appointment, when the traffic came to a dead stand still.
Then “it” happened.
I suddenly felt trapped and unable to move, unable to breathe normally, sort of a victim of traffic and the fear of being late for my appointment. Only, this wasn’t a normal type of fear one has when running late.
I briefly had a vision, as well as a very, very strong urge and desire, to get out of my car and run for the nearest exit. I was sweating. Couldn’t breathe. And felt as if there was no escape.
“It,” what I was having, was a panic attack.
This was not all too new to me. I flashbacked to the severe one I had in November due to a really bad nightmare that woke me up in a panic, filled with fear, dread, and anxiety at a level I had never experienced before (and, frankly, never wanted to again). I had trouble sleeping after that one.
Needless to say, back on the 5 freeway, I knew what was going on and quickly regained my wits and maneuvered my way to the farthest right lane and got off at the closest exit (thanking God it was so close to where the attack occurred). I took the back roads and got to my appointment late, more grateful than ever to just get there safely, getting out of my car and into a cooler environment.
After overcoming the embarrassment, shame, and drama that the panic attacks have brought into my life, I decided to do some research and found, much to my relief, that panic attacks are very normal.
One out of every seventy-five people in the world experiences them at least once in their lifetime. The symptoms are all set on by stress, feeling overwhelmed in one’s life, and occur most often in the earlier years of one’s adult life (20s to 30s). Yet they can happen later in life too.
