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These are excerpts from a book I’m writing called “Finding Grace Through Anxiety: From Anxious Freak to Fearless Lover”, by david Trig
My mom tells me I used to cry every night before taking a bath. She also tells me I used to be afraid of the ocean and that I’d start sweating at the sight of it.
It seems I’ve dealt with anxiety for a very long time.
My first experience with anxiety was when I was around 25 years old. I remember walking into my boss’ office, sitting on his blue couch and getting dizzy. I had a hard time focusing, got tunnel vision and had an overall sense of panic, like something was wrong.
I left the meeting and walked into the bathroom to splash some water on my face and try to get my act together. The rest of the day was normal, but I remember driving home that afternoon wondering what had just taken place.
It was my first of many panic attacks.
After that first experience, I went on to experience panic attacks in the oddest of places. Up in the mountains, friend’s houses, while driving!
One memorable panic attack was when I was in Palm Springs with my family. I went for a run in 110 degree weather (not very smart) when it hit me.
I remember hanging on to a palm tree and watching cars go by wondering if someone would come to my rescue if I screamed. The funny thing was that being in Palm Springs, most people driving by were in their 70’s! I remember thinking, I hope I don’t pass out here, because if I do, one of these poor old people may try to help me and end up in the ambulance with me!
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