Curing Panic Attacks - The Best Way!

It feels like I'm preaching to the choir today. A lot of people, such as myself, have a strong interest in curing panic attacks, either because they have the affliction themselves or they know and/or love someone who also suffers from panic attacks.

My story is probably similar to a lot of others so here's the short version.

I was getting on an airplane at LAX, going down the tunnel to the aircraft door when my first ever panic attack started. I didn't know what hit me!

I was a pilot myself and enjoyed any kind of flight so it obviously wasn't coming from fear of flying.

Yet the fear I felt was immense! Before I got to the hatch I was red in the face and pouring sweat. I was thinking of running.

Somehow, I got to my seat. My heart was hammering! But now I was trapped! I had thoughts like "Oh no! I'm trapped in a little cylinder at 35,000 feet and I have gone insane! What is happening! I considered jumping out.

Eventually, I got on the ground at home and the attack was easing off.

But this was just the start.

You see, I knew I was an anxious type. Like many people, there were a lot of things that stressed me out. I dealt with my anxieties in the best ways I could, I thought.

But now, after the airplane incident, I was having panic attacks and I was mystified as to the reason or how to cure the attacks.

The attacks went on for six years. During that time I tried a lot of potential remedies. I read a lot of books. I went to physical therapists, masseuses, and medical doctors.

Pretty soon I was on a program of exercise and no caffeine. I was eating better food. And it did a lot of good for my anxieties.

But the panic attacks kept raging from seemingly nowhere.

Somewhere near the end of the sixth year of these attacks I had a sort of a "epiphany." I suddenly had a whole new perspective on panic attacks that I arrived at like this.

I realized that I had been fighting with these attacks for six years at a rate of at least two times per week. Yet, in all that time, I always came out of them and I always emerged unharmed.

On top of that it occurred to me that a lot of time and money had been wasted on these attacks and that thought irritated me.

So, I came to realize that these pernicious attacks couldn't harm me. Augmented with the irritation about this whole mess I became angry at the attacks and, since they couldn't harm me, I became unafraid of them.

By trial and error I had found a "mental shift" that enabled me to let go of my fear of the attacks or of their return.

And, as soon as the fear of those attacks melted away the attacks themselves lost their grip, lost their power, and went away. I had a cure.


Copyright (c) 2009 Riley West