Emergency Room On My Birthday
I’m 30 years old exactly. I arrive at the emergency room the night of my birthday, October 14. After hours in the waiting room, not sure I would live to see the doctor, I finally get to tell him what happened. I was exercising in the park. All this came over me - couldn’t breathe, out of body experience, rapid heartbeat, it’s like a nightmare. Doc says “Test results are good, you’re a healthy young man.” What? Not possible! “It looks like you had a panic attack,” says the doctor. Panic attack?? I mean...really? So….what do I do now? “I’d go see a therapist,” says the doc as he walks off leaving me in my in my blue gown. The next morning, it all begins.
I would go on to do it all: read dozens of self help books, saw five different therapists with little effect, completed programs like Landmark Education and a 12 step, became a member on websites about anxiety and depression, even began counseling others as I started to understand my illness. It would get better and much worse.Oct 14, 2012