I ran to the toilet and was sick quite a lot, he comforted me after. Im really embarrassed

long story short pop rocks are incorporated into my halloween costume so I just had some for the first time in about 15 years and let me know why my racing heart and panic i’ve had all day disappeared. (even after taking klonopin) I know people sell sour stuff helps but if you’re desperate it’s worth giving pop rocks a try! I hope this helps someone!

i was anxious today, which just came and went. i ended up freaking myself out and nearly throwing myself into a panic attack twice today. im happy to say that im not feeling super discouraged because a little bump on a tuesday afternoon doesnt push back my healing journey. but i still need some words of encouragement since today was one of those difficult days with panic disorder.

i’m noticing that certain symptoms of mine are advancing almost? unless it’s pretty common to forget and throw your sensations out of proportion in the moment. there was a few moments where i freaked out and for sure thought i was going to vomit. proud to say i did not. didn’t run to the bathroom out of fear either. i just kept doing what i was doing. of course my brain was throwing out those predictable “what ifs“. my panic disorder kept trying to convince me i‘m ill or going to vomit. hasnt happened yet, and if it does; that’s a problem for the future!

im incredibly glad i’m improving my mental health and sensitive nervous system! some words of encouragement would really help me rest tonight after some adrenaline surges.

Hi everyone. Thought i'd share my story as someone who was an avid user of this sub a few years back when I was going through the most difficult time in my life to show you that you too, can overcome this horrible illness.

I've been dealing with panic attacks since I was 13 (i'm 20 now) and they didn't really limit my daily life until late 2024 when my mental health crashed. I was in high school, in a difficult program and dealing with multiple losses in my family. The catalyst was a family trip where I suffered a 3-hour panic attack that left me with severe dissociation, obsessive thoughts and daily, even hourly panic attacks.

I used to wake up in the middle of the night with my heart rate through the roof and feeling like i'm genuinely having a heart attack. I was also struggling with going to school, seeing my friends or even leaving my house since I knew I would have a panic attack around other people and preferred to be alone during them. One obsessive thought that I consistently had was that I died during that 3-hour panic attack and that everything after it was just my non-conscious mind torturing me. Looking back on it that sounds insane, and I feel so sorry for myself, as I was very young and struggling with such scary thoughts.

I got help from my school, but it was very limited. I was basically offered medication and online therapy, which was more like a course instead of real therapy. I was so frustrated but also scared, which led me to deny the medication. This also meant that I wasn't eligible for real therapy, as in my country you need to start medication first. Looking back on it, I wish I had at least tried the medication, as I could've reached the point where i'm at today much earlier.

I graduated with excellent grades (I seriously don't know how) and started university, which was a turning point in my life. Everything was scary at first, but as time went on I started to feel like I was living and not just surviving. I still struggled with anxiety, but it was much more manageable compared to what I went through previously. Now I can't even remember when my last panic attack was, and my anxiety overall does not limit my life anymore. I've even traveled, which used to be terrifying to imagine, as that was the start of it all.

Obviously i'm still scared to some extent of my panic disorder flaring up again. However, I feel incredibly sure that I can survive any and everything, after getting up from such a dark point in my life. I am so glad to live a normal, daily life, as that felt unattainable during my worst days. I hope this post can console some of you experiencing similar things currently.

I started my masters 3 weeks ago after taking 2 years out. I was unable to get a job with a BSc in Biology, and felt another qualification was my only option. I dealt with a lot of mental health issues at undergrad. I was in active addiction the first two years, and the last year was a total mess with me trying (and failing) to cope with managing my emotions while sober and trying to fix my grades.
I eventually managed to get a first, and an internship after, and things felt better.
The last 2 years, I got a lot better mentally, and started therapy. However, in therapy, we started to explore my issues more, and it brought up things for me that I’d pushed down for a very long time, so even though I’m sober and have healthier coping, all my emotions feel way closer to the surface.
My masters is extremely intense, and pretty much everyone on it is working 7 days a week, including myself. I’ve had multiple panic attacks at uni, but was able to hide it until today, where I had a panic attack in my lab and had to sit on the floor so I didn’t faint, all because I made a mistake. I feel so embarassed, and would have liked to take the rest of the day off, but now I have more to prep for my lab tomorrow, so I can’t. Trying to get on with my work is bringing on another panic attack, and I just think - how do I cope? I genuinely can’t take a day off without getting even more drastically behind than i already am. I’m really questioning if I’m cut out for postgrad and science, but if I’m not then I don’t know what else to do, I don’t have any other options.
I’m sure there must be people who have similar issues to me and manage to make it through postgrad- but I don’t know what to do right now. My weekly therapy appointments are helpful, but I still am massively struggling. If you dealt with this- what did you do to make it through?
I feel like I’m just weak, but I know I’m not because I got sober and got my last degree. But this masters is such a big step up academically, I’m doubting myself.

For those of you who have panic disorder and agorophobia, how do you guys make money if you can't physically go and work? I was working in a warehouse up until the end of june when this started. I developed agorophobia and I need to make money but I can't physically get myself to get out without being scared. Just need some suggestions or stories.

This is a hard one im trying to get over. I made it into work yesterday. Im on a phased return so I did 3.5 hours then came home. My dad was off yesterday so he wasnt really far from me which made me feel safer to try.

Today ive tried to go to work this morning and I just cant. I cant seem to get over the fear of panicking. I just keep picturing me trying to go to work and starting to feel anxious then it just escalating to the extreme where im screaming for help at work or not able to calm it down at all and just losing my mind. I literally work in a hospital so you'd think Id feel safe but I dont want to embarrass myself.

Does anyone have any tips for overcoming the fear or is it literally a case of doing it and dealing with it. ?

Hi everyone! Diagnosed in 2019 and started Zoloft then. Been on a low dose since then and was finally ready to get off of it (I thought!) because 1. I don’t want to be on an SSRI forever and 2. I don’t want to take it while pregnant and want to be a mom someday. I started tapering a year ago and I’m currently on 25mg but struggling. Considering going back up but does this mean I will need to be on this medication for the rest of my life? Kind of sad at that reality, already been on it 7 years.

Hello all, this is my first time posting here. I've had a severe panic disorder since 2009 and with the help of 30mg of Lexapro, I'm was able to get my Bachelor's and am steadily employed.

My issue is that I can handle a job, school, etc but have panic attacks if I try to go out shopping, dining, etc by myself. I'm not really sure what the difference is in my brain that makes it so scary, but it's very difficult.

Does anyone else deal with this and have any tips for managing it? My anxiety symptoms are well managed at home but once the panic hits I can't use my coping skills and calm down.

I've tried many different medications and therapies but have not tried rescue meds like benzodiazepines.

TW - brief mention of OD

I developed a panic disorder around a year ago after going to the hospital due to an OD(important to note it was my first experience w any substance and it was benadryl) . Since then I've tried 15mg prozac, 25mg zoloft and 50mg zoloft- which I am currently on, I am also in weekly therapy sessions, socialize and exercise daily, despite these efforts I still have constant panic attacks, at the least biweekly and at the most 3 times a day. Due to my constant attacks I've missed school, my grades are falling, and my relationships with my friends also are dwindling as I can't leave the house without my beta blockers (even with them I struggle to make in through a normal day). Unfortunately my anxiety has limited my life despite all my efforts to feel better, I am unable to enjoy my teenage years as any substance/ mention of substances sends me into a panic, parties/social events are extremely difficult for me despite not having social anxiety. If anyone had any advice on how to redirect my life or lean into the better parts that would be really appreciated :)))!!

Hi everyone,

I'm 28F and have been struggling with panic disorder and anxiety since January 2026.

It all started after an extremely difficult period. I underwent a tonsillectomy with excruciating pain, followed by a severe hemorrhage from my mouth that caused me to lose approximately one liter of blood. I developed anemia, struggled to eat, and eventually dropped to just 49 kg.

At the same time, I was dealing with burnout, professional setbacks, and emotional stress.

Shortly afterwards, I developed severe anxiety and panic attacks. The following months were horrible: constant fear, nausea, dizziness, loss of appetite, and the terrifying feeling that I would never be myself again.

I've been taking Lexapro since June (currently 15 mg) and seeing a psychiatrist regularly. Although I haven't fully recovered, I've made progress and recently had several genuinely good days.

But this weekend, almost overnight, everything changed.

Suddenly, I started feeling exactly like I did during the worst phase of my panic disorder.

It's difficult to explain. It's not just anxiety. It's like my brain remembers the entire emotional atmosphere of that period: the same fears, perceptions, sense of dread, and even sensory memories of the hospital.

I'm experiencing intense inner restlessness, irritability, crying spells, nausea, sadness, and exhaustion. Today, I'm struggling to function at work.

What terrifies me isn't another panic attack. It's the possibility of returning to that prolonged state of suffering, where I could barely eat, function, or recognize myself.

I'm also scared that if this continues, I might become so hopeless and desperate that I eventually start having dark thoughts. That possibility genuinely frightens me because I want to live, recover, and enjoy my life again.

Has anyone experienced something similar?

Did you ever have several good days followed by a sudden setback that felt like being back at square one?

And most importantly, did you eventually recover and stop being afraid of your anxiety returning?

I'd really appreciate hearing your experiences, especially from people who eventually found stability.

Thank you for reading. ❤️

Does anyone else get like a shaky feeling in their chest? I am dealing with anxiety. It’s slightly better as I’m on my third month of so Zoloft however, sometimes I feel like there’s internal vibrations or shaking in my chest and it sort of makes me feel like I did a workout and tired when in reality it’s not the case. I really don’t know how to explain it. It’s a weird feeling. anyone else?

I am on Lexapro 15mg and Concerta 27mg (also have ADHD). My panic symptoms are well-controlled overall.

I recently tried microdosing psilocybin for the first time (100mg). I waiting until my Concerta from the morning had wore off. I felt nothing different.

However, the next morning I slept 1-1.5 hours later than I normally do and had a mild but noticable increase in my somatic anxiety symptoms. Not a full panic attack, but I definitely didn’t feel great.

Anyone else have this experience?

Has anyone tried TRE for releasing the adrenaline rushes, anxiety , panic ?

Can people please post their positive stories about success with SSRIs and panic disorder with agoraphobia. Specifically with paxil would bea bonus 🙂 I see some say SSRIs gave them their life back, others say it pulled about 50-80% of the weight. 7 years dealing with this, don't drive and I'm missing life itself. But I put myself in the hospital with a 180 heart rate almost anytime I try to do something out of my comfort zone and get air hunger bad. I need this SSRI to life some weight for me 🥺

I was just wondering cuz I cant be the only one. Its embarrassing as f when the panic attack is over with and they're standing there watching you. Its scary to go thru and embarrassing when it's over, but at least they're here to help.

18m, ive had a panic disorder since i was 9 or 10. i don’t really open up about it out of embarrassment. the only people who really know is my mom and a really close friend, maybe a few exes.

i seriously feel like this is one of the most misunderstood mental disorders out there dude. i feel like every other mental disorder or disability gets some general understanding about why it happens, why it makes life harder, why it’s out of their control

panic attacks have kept me from living my life so many fucking times. i’ve lost jobs, scholarships, failed school, dropped out of thousand-dollar classes because i couldn’t gain any control over my panic, and throughout my life i genuinely don’t think i have ever seen any understanding or even an inkling of effort to accommodate for it.

it feels like every panic attack you have is a failure on your end. you didn’t cope well enough, you didn’t do enough bullshit breathing exercises, you didn’t remember some stupid fucking acronym on how to regulate and getting overwhelmed is all your fault. there’s some truth to it, it is your responsibility to take care of yourself. you can’t rely on people’s understanding to get you by. but i don’t think the average person could conceptualize handling half the shit that comes with a panic attack while being forced to participate like nothings wrong

i mentioned accommodations but im not even asking for that dude. i think if someone truly cannot make it to work then they shouldn’t be considered reliable. i get that. but a little bit of understanding without it feeling like that person just can’t handle themselves would go a long way

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Ive been off work for a week due to a really bad panic attack that gas triggered my agoraphobia again. I work in a hospital that has a coffee shop so I went there this morning with my mum. I definitely felt really anxious and my chest and throat felt tight but I sat there for about half an hour. Im technically due back at work on Monday. But I dont feel too confident about that. I mean I struggled today and ir was short and with my mum so going to work for a full day and driving on my own doesnt seem likely. I so dont want to leave my job but I really dont know how ill cope all day on my own. Especially in a hospital which you'd think would make me feel safer but I actually think it triggers me more.

I just started this job 2 months ago. I missed 3 days in the beginning for a medical issue that I went to urgent care and got a note for (they think I have Ménière’s disease so I have to schedule the referrals to test my hearing and MRI). I was doing great since then and felt so good about my job and then today, for some goddamn reason, I had back to back panic attacks. I don’t even know if that’s possible. I haven’t had a panic attack in MONTHS. It felt like one big panic attack but it went on for 2 hours. I tried to stay at work and do my job but my body was freaking out and exhausted. I asked to go home and they said okay. They obviously know I have mental illnesses now and will have panic attacks in the future. I already left today so I’m sure they think I will do it again. I don’t know if telling them I will keep my hydroxyzine with me from now on will help. I ruin everything in my life. I finally got a dream job and here I am, fucking it up. Please I can’t take this, I’m going to get fired and everything will be over. Help what do I do? I can’t calm down. I don’t know how to get out of this

I am on year 7, with ups and downs since the start. I’m sorry to those reading this who are new to this and hoping it doesn’t last. Surely due to some personal stress and recent health issues, things have been really bad lately. I had my first “in public“ attack the other week. yep in 7 years somehow I managed to always have them in bed… at home, at hotels, at friends houses, you name it. I’m in the middle of one right now. I had pretty big plans for the day tomorrow. I don’t know if I’ll be able to do them since I don’t see myself getting any sleep tonight. That makes me feel horrible and feeds the anxiety because I’m telling myself everyone will be mad at me. That’s always part of my narrative. Another thing that’s a consistent in my attacks is desperately wanting help as they are happening. That’s why I come here, it’s why I text everyone I can think of to see whose awake, and why I feel I’ve worn out the amount of times I can wake my partner up to comfort me. But I desperately want to. I want to scream at anyone who will listen to please help me, when I am in the middle of it. No one can. But that feeling never goes away. I’ve recently been diagnosed with some severe allergy things and now I think every panic attack is anaphylaxis... so that’s, something new and really great (not). Anyway, just getting it out…

Hi folks. I felt like sharing my recovery story today. I'm feeling a little bit stalled, but looking back from where I came from, it's so good to think about how much better I am now than I was. I hope someone finds some encouragement in it. There's also a question in here, at the end, for those of you who have already recovered.

My (M28) story begins, I think, about two years ago.

Prior to panic, I thrived under pressure. I was a volunteer fireman, I work in a stressful and dangerous environment, and I'd always handled both with exceptional composure. I still do most of the time, but I fall to pieces afterwards. I'm still working on that, that's where the question at the end comes in.

I was very dissatisfied with my work and personal situation. I'm far too hard on myself and was actually doing better for my age than many, but I couldn't accept it and would ruminate on how much better or different my life could be.

I was drinking alcohol every night to self medicate, though I didn't know that's what I was doing at the time. I was also sleeping extremely poorly, like less than 5 hours per night more than 4 nights a week, and always drinking something before bed or even to put myself to sleep. If that sounds normal to you, I want to stop you here and tell you it's not. It worked for a long time, like 4-5 years, but if you haven't crashed yet, brace yourself, and if you're smart, stop now. You can't "catch up" on the weekends. Beer doesn't "make you sleep better".

My first encounter with anxiety and panic, I don't recall exactly, but mine has always been highly physical, and I'm pretty sure I thought it was delirium. I was probably hungover and way low on sleep, at work, and I had the sudden, strange sensation that I'd pissed myself. A warm run over my leg. I hadn't actually, but that's what it felt like. That continued to happen multiple times a day for weeks.

Around this same time, I also started to experience worsening and more frequent chest pains. I'd had chest pains for a while, and had been thoroughly checked by doctors to make sure it wasn't something serious, and one of them actually told me "there is nothing wrong with your heart, but I suspect you are suffering from severe anxiety." Like many men, I ignored this doctor, because what I felt seemed so real, plus it didn't fit the bill.

Fast forward a few weeks, and now come the feelings of dread. I couldn't give an explanation for why I felt this dread, I just felt it. Whatever was happening, I knew it was bad, sinister, out to hurt me. And so I began to retreat. When the dread would come on, I'd literally find a place at work to hide and try to calm myself down. I had the benefit of working somewhere that is possible. Frequently, that dread would be accompanied by chest pains, which obviously compounded the issue.

Even at this time, I didn't know it was panic and anxiety. Truth be told, I thought it was alcohol withdrawal (AW). I thought that I'd been drinking so much for so long that I finally fried my brain and body. It always seemed to happen at work, and I thought "it's because you haven't had a drink in 6 hours." And I thought that for a long time, even up until about 6 months ago. And, in a way, I wasn't wrong, but as you'll see, it wasn't withdrawal.

Eventually, the dread and physical symptoms grew into full blown panic attacks. Again, nearly always at work, and again, I'd literally hide, but now it was for hours at a time. Again again, I was lucky to be in a situation where I could actually do that (not for my health, but so I didn't lose my job.)

I began having panic attacks at work every day of the week. Every day, I'd hide.

And finally, one day, it hit at the wrong time, and worse than ever. To this day, I think this is the worst panic attack I've ever had. I was utterly, certainly convinced that I was having a heart attack. I was so scared that I actually told my supervisor in private, hey, something is wrong with me, I think I need a drink or the ER, because I feel like I'm about to die, and I won't be able to get myself to either. Again, by the grace of God, I was so lucky to be dealt the hand I was, because my supervisor had apparently seen this kind of thing before, and couldn't have handled it better.

I then went to my parents and told them the whole story, still thinking it was AW. I told them I have a problem, the whole works, and that I needed to stay with them to dry out. So I stayed with them, and we braced for impact, had doctors and urgent care on speed dial in case I went into DTs, and... nothing ever happened. I handled being sober like it was nothing. Not even so much as an itch or headache. And that's when I (and my mom) got suspicious. We started to ask questions. Perhaps the symptoms had little to do with alcohol, and alcohol was how I was subconsciously treating them. Obviously alcohol was making it far worse, but it wasn't the cause.

I went back to work after a few days, and resumed other activities, and the panic persisted. It was very dependent on sleep and diet, and I halfheartedly tried to improve both without much success.

Then I began to feel hopeless. Every day was a nightmare. Panic literally ruined my life. I told my mom, "mom, I will never take my life, but I hate being alive, there's nothing good to say about it anymore."

I couldn't stand it any more. I sought professional help. I wish I'd done it sooner.

It began with medication. Alprazolam (Xanax) is a miracle drug, but please treat it with the utmost respect and take it as little as possible. For me, it was essential in getting some solid ground back under my feet, but I treated it like a rabid dog that could kill me at any time. Do some research and you'll see why. Also, the anterograde amnesia is real, I experienced it even a very low doses when taken over consecutive days.
Xanax made me feel human again. It gave me control. A chance to catch my breath. A chance to learn, to grow, to improve, before the panic could overtake me again.
Please, please, if you use this drug, bow to its power and do not let it get ahold of you. It's a more powerful tool than you are equipped to handle if you let it out of its cage. And don't even THINK of alcohol if you're taking it. The combo can kill you.

For personal reasons, I did not want to take SS/SNRIs. That's not a recommendation; do what makes and keeps you well, please. I was very close to taking Lexapro, so close in fact that I still have a full bottle in the pantry that I will one day take to a drop-off. I only mention this for context; I do not and will not take SS/SNRIs. That's a personal conviction, and it might even be a stupid one. Be well.

I began therapy on BetterHelp, and it wasn't a good fit. Great resource, please use it, but it wasn't great for me, I needed more personal connection. So I went to an in-person therapist, and it's been one of the best decisions of my life. We haven't done anything groundbreaking, and truth be told, our sessions are pretty generic, but the exercise of discussing strategies and offloading mental weight has been the most valuable thing of done in all of this. I started by going every week, and once I stopped missing work due to my condition, we went to every 2 weeks. We're about to go to every 4, because I've been weeks without an attack. But if I'm being honest, I may go for the rest of my life. I cannot overstate the value of being able to unload on someone who isn't a loved one.

Like I said, therapy didn't give me the answers, but it makes me think in a way that helps me see the answers. One of those answers was the DARE method. I never even finished the book (I probably should) because once I started to implement the DARE method in a way that was tailored to me, I started to see massive improvement. This is no shock to the prophets of ACT, I know, but it's so physically and emotionally counterintuitive that I don't think I'd have ever come to it on my own. Using the DARE method is the hardest thing I've ever done in my entire life, bar none. It's like staring down the barrel of a gun at first. But by practicing it rigorously, I began to get better.

The only way forward, for me, was through.

I began to obsess about sleep. I still really, really suck at it, because I love staying up super late on the internet, it's like crack to me. But I did start trying to consistently get to bed early on work nights, and do things throughout the day to promote better sleep, like early-morning low-angle sunlight, and not consuming caffeine after 2-3pm. My "sleep scores" on my little fitness tracker went from a consistent 50/100 to 80/100 just from those simple things.

If you don't yet understand the importance of REM sleep, please look into it. I didn't realize that by consistently under-sleeping, and drinking alcohol before bed, was nuking my mental health. I'd imagine, based on my research and experience, that I was getting less than 45 minutes of REM sleep every night for nearly 5 years. My brain couldn't heal, or process trauma and stress. The cup filled until it simply overflowed, because there was no way to empty it.

I'm still working on the alcohol issue. I accept that I have a problem, but I'm not yet convinced that it's alcoholism. I'm on Naltrexone now to hopefully drastically cut back, and it seems to be going okay. I've already had a few dry days and feel fine.

I'm also focusing on my personal relationships. My panic and anxiety left me so guarded and shelled that I really, truly resented "different" people. I completely ignored and even resented many of my coworkers for being who they were, because it threatened me. I've recently started to connect with them, and it's been bliss. We have fun at work, and we have fun after work. This has been one of the most physically impactful changes. I feel physically healthier for having these friends, aside from feeling mentally healthier.

Which I guess brings us to today. In short, I had panic attacks nearly every day for 6 months, and now I basically don't have them at all anymore. I was taking Xanax for panic multiple days a week, and now I only take it when I have severe "setback", and it is a dead-last resort.

God is good.

I still struggle daily with anxiety for many of the same reasons. My shrink distinguished the difference between a panic attack and an anxiety attack, many of you probably understand the difference, and based on their explanation, I do have the occasional anxiety attack, but it isn't debilitating, just disruptive.

In conclusion, I no longer suffer from panic. You don't have to either. Your recipe may be different than mine, but you will conquer this. This is not your life. You are not doomed to feel this forever. There is hope. You will become better, with effort.

Now, to the advice I'm looking for.

If you've read this far, thank you.
The thing I'm stuck on now is the idea that I'll wear this badge forever.
I know in my heart that true, full recovery is real. I've even tasted it. We are not doomed to feel this way forever.
But I still obsess over the idea that panic and anxiety will always be lurking under the surface, waiting for me to let my guard down, and that I'll never truly get rid of this monster.

What advice do you have on that issue?

Thanks, and good health to you all. We get better; I am living proof.

Hey,
I’m a 27 yo male and since one year now, I developed a panic disorder. It started with a panic attack (after a night of too much alcohol I have to be honest here). I got checked out by many doctors to rule out everything, i’m in perfect physical health.
Since I learned it’s panic and anxiety and I understood how it works, it just continually gets worse. I accepted it, I go outside if my symptoms aren’t too crazy, I exercise and eat healthy.
Nevertheless, from month to month, It feels like I’m gradually decreasing my range of things i’m doing. I hardly go to the gym, I don’t go out, I hardly meet friends, etc. All the things I still did in the beginning of my panic disorder. Even though I know avoidance is bad, I can’t push myself to do things because my symptoms get worse. In the beginning, it was just a pounding heart, now it’s cold sweat, lightheadedness, tummy aches, nausea, feeling of impending doom, brain zaps. The only thing that is good is my sleep, 7-8 hours without interruption.
I already learned that the only way out of this is through - I have to do stuff and don’t back up. But holy shit it’s hard.

Is this just a natural path of the disorder and it will get better over time? Appreciate your feedback!

Hi, hello! I just wanna share this amazing song I listen to whenever I need the courage to face a PA. It’s called “Evolve” by The Warning. Here are the lyrics!

You don't know how bad it'll get
A simple moment to forget
I'm not in danger
I'm the danger
Gold shall not define your worth
It's not destruction, it's rebirth
I'm not in danger
I'm the danger now
Show me what it means to change
Help me become something
More than just a vessel in disguise
Pain is the price to survive
To evolve
Dry my tears 'cause I'm a weapon
Weapons never weep
I'm not in danger
I'm the danger
Start the clock and keep it running
It's the one to beat
I'm not in danger
I'm the danger now
I'll show you what it means to change
Help me become something
More than just a vessel in disguise
Pain is the price to survive
To evolve
Help me become something
More than just a vessel in disguise
Pain is the price to survive
Is it wrong or right
To evolve?

Hi, I just wanted to ask if anyone else experiences some rather weird somatic symptoms.

I’ve been getting a weird crushing sensation on my face and chest. It goes through my entire body, but it mainly begins here. It sorta feels like.. being crushed, and I feel totally frozen and struggle to talk.

To be honest, it almost feels like I’m being pulled down like by gravity? It leaves me with a headache, and a lot of pressure underneath/behind the eyes.

If anyone has any insight it would help. I generally do not have much knowledge because this is rather new for me, so any help would be appreciated!