Hello all. Today, I had a 74 yr old lady (who suffers from panic attacks) tell me she finally found something that has helped her! I have not tried or done this yet but thought I'd pass it along to my friends to see if they've heard of it, or have tried it before.
She drastically reduced the sodium intake of what she eats, and now carefully looks at sodium on every product. Since doing this, she says her panic attacks have reduced SO MUCH, and that I need to try it asap.
I lived a normal life until I was 32 years old when I had my first panic attack. I've mostly managed to live with GAD since then (I'm 55 now), but it has not been easy. The first 3 years, it morphed into me not going anywhere, not even outside to get the mail (agoraphobia). My husband worked 2nd shift and I was alone at home, with two babies in diapers (1 year apart). It was a nightmare that I'll never forget. Slowly, with faith and medication (after getting the courage to get out of the house to see a Dr) I transformed to a semi-functional adult mother. Along with mind meds, alprazolam, and a little medicine for epilepsy (which I do not have), the Dr. felt it, in particular, would help treat the symptoms of my panic attacks, and it helped.
After 23 years of marriage, my husband passed away 4 years ago, leaving Daddy's little girl fatherless at 17, and her brother 18. Needless to say, this caused me a great deal of anxiety, and still does. I hid my anxiety disorder from the kids until they were 16 and 17 because I did not want them to see me as different or disabled.
They found out when I was teaching them to drive. My main attacks come when I find myself about 20 min away from home. I start googling where the nearest hospitals are, avoid all highways (now mind you, I used to drive for a living, and took very long vacations). As if losing my husband was not traumatic enough, I soon found myself losing the legality of being responsible for two children because they were no longer 18. They were "adults" and that was a new experience, one that no one tells you about when you're thinking of having children (which I prayed 31 years for before it happened).
While they continued to live with me, they were out doing their own things, living their own lives, getting into car wrecks, drinking in bars, ya know, all the things they thought were now freely available to them, without "rules". I almost felt they enjoyed torturing me and my nerves lol, and boy oh boy, was I more anxious than ever! Not knowing where they were sometimes, and not hearing from them for days...all I had was prayer and faith the God would keep them safe and make them remember how they were raised.
My kids are great kids. Daughter now 22, due to graduate in May 2022 with a business degree from Indiana Wesleyan University. Son 23, still a virgin (waiting for the one woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with) and saving to buy a house. He moved out just 2 months ago, but the bad part of that (aside from the EMPTY NEST SYNDROME that STILL plagues me, sigh) he basically disowned us. Got a new phone number and did not speak to his sister or me until YESTERDAY. He came and took us to lunch, and I'm not kidding when I say this, I literally cried after he left, with happy tears, for nearly 4 hours. It was such a relief to my heart that he was OK, and he still loved me. He promised to come see us every Wednesday now.
(breathing)
I'm lonely. I have not dated since hubby passed away, but I would love companionship. I've tried online dating, and they are all creepos, so I basically have come to terms that I might live the rest of my days out feeling this dark loneliness. My kids and husband were my life...every moment of it, a dream come true, whether good or bad times, we were a solid unit. Since my daughter spends all of her time at her boyfriend's house, I am alone (thank goodness I have her 4 rescue dogs to keep me company). She'll POP-IN literally for 3-4 minutes, long enough to ask for money, get clean clothes and toiletries, and dip back out.
"Help me Lord" is my favorite saying and "sighing" is my favorite exercise it seems. I'm lost right now, and just pray the Lord will show me what the next chapter of my life is supposed to be. Needless to say, when I have my daily panic attacks now, there is no one here to help me or watch me, or anything. Just me and the utter fear of dying, feelings of death, and darkness.
Any ol hoo, thought I'd share the sodium thing lol. Got a bit off-topic. I enjoy reading everyone's posts, and I'd like to encourage you all in your own journeys in any way I can. Take care
New link to check out that will not only help with depression, but BAKING SODA added to your coffee (just a pinch) will reduce the acidity and raise the sodium a bit. I'm going to try it myself, let me know if anyone else does.