Hi
About three years ago, for a period of two months, I was having terrible panic attacks. I'm sure most of you have experienced the type: panic attacks that just shatter the life you thought you knew and left you with a ruin that you have no idea what to do with.
Anyway, after that two months I never really had full-on panic attacks again. I just figured out my personal way to overcome them. (For those interested, all I did was just steel myself and ALLOW the panic attack to make me over, and the instant when I completely submitted to it, it would pass. It was trying to fight off the feeling or avoid it that brought all the horrible symptoms.)
I've never gone back to "normal", but I think I've done better than I could have since I figured out a way to deal with the attacks. But since then there's always been sort of low-level, constant depression/anxiety/hypochondria eating at the back of my mind. There's been spikes where it's gotten kind of bad, but then I've also had very good days/weeks.
But in the last six months I've been (even more so) hyperaware of impending death. When I had my first panic attack I was so SURE that I was dying I just whole-heartedly ACCEPTED it, and the fact that I didn't die always left a part of me sort of dazed. But since then I've been constantly sensitive to the idea that death is coming, and I always have this nagging feeling that it's coming SOON and it's GOING TO HAPPEN. Every night I try to sleep I have to toss and turn over the idea that death is coming and I don't know when. And then I worry about my family dying, and how I know I won't be able to handle that.
It also affects me in having any creative sort of hobbies. I used to love drawing, writing, and learning languages. Now, any hobby that takes any sort of physical or mental power I just can't bring myself to do. I feel like there's no point in working on improving a skill, since I'm going to die so soon.
I occasionally use death as reasoning for other things, too. For example: If I'm deciding on if I should splurge on something, I'll reason that I could die tomorrow, so who cares?
Death hangs over me like the shadow of a cloud and taints anything I could enjoy. I feel rushed and lethargic at once. Like "OMG there's so many things I want to do before I die" but then "But I will never be able to accomplish what I want before I die, so why even try?"
Ugh, I'm sorry this is so long, and I don't feel like I expressed myself well. This...state of mind, feeling, whatever you want to call it-- it's far bigger and complex than I could ever explain.
Especially tonight, I just need to know I'm not alone....