Sigsog226
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In my late teen and early 20's(im 31 now) i used to get frequent anxiety attacks. Some so bad i would have to pull over when driving due to the shaking or tears from breaking down. Overtime they went away and im not sure why. I think it was due to problems that i probably repressed inside and never dealt with.
Some examples at the time were not having a steady job, living under my parents roof, spending my money on booze and weed, etc. Although he never said it, i knew my dad was disappointed at the time in me for not trying/wanting to do better for myself. My girl friend at the time (wife now) kind of was too.
I took it as an insult then and got a decent paying job (that sucked lol) that was 12hr shifts, an hour away, with no days off, and worked it for about a year. I did it in spite to 'show them' but i think that is what whipped me into shape. It was a pretty tough work, with no days off, working almost alone. Gave me alot of time to reflect on myself and i developed a real work ethic. I used to be afraid of death too, which would bring on some of the attacks. But over time i just learned to accept it.
Being myself, doing whats right (cause deep down we all know whats right), treating others better then myself, and getting out there and grabbing life by the horns is what worked for me personally. Easier said then done.
Some examples at the time were not having a steady job, living under my parents roof, spending my money on booze and weed, etc. Although he never said it, i knew my dad was disappointed at the time in me for not trying/wanting to do better for myself. My girl friend at the time (wife now) kind of was too.
I took it as an insult then and got a decent paying job (that sucked lol) that was 12hr shifts, an hour away, with no days off, and worked it for about a year. I did it in spite to 'show them' but i think that is what whipped me into shape. It was a pretty tough work, with no days off, working almost alone. Gave me alot of time to reflect on myself and i developed a real work ethic. I used to be afraid of death too, which would bring on some of the attacks. But over time i just learned to accept it.
Being myself, doing whats right (cause deep down we all know whats right), treating others better then myself, and getting out there and grabbing life by the horns is what worked for me personally. Easier said then done.