When I was in my thirties, prior to Panic Away I suffered from high anxiety and panic attacks. The attacks were truly horrible and I tried for six years to figure out how to get out of that mess. I frequented the library and read what I could find on anxiety and panic attacks. I went to psychiatrists. I went to therapy. I went to MD's. I went to quacks! I got massages. But I had a hard time relaxing and I had an especially hard time with the attacks. My worst fear of the attacks was all about business meetings. We were meeting to discuss various ways of making money and these discussions were intended to be productive. Before the panic attacks started I was getting a lot of good out of these meetings. That was definitely not the case after the attacks started. It went like this. The meetings were every Thursday at 1:30pm. These people at the meetings were my friends as well as business associates. We went on vacations together. We had dinner at each others homes. It was a positive thing and it often helped increased earnings. So I didn't want to lose it. One day I looked at the calendar and saw the meeting scheduled there and I felt a shiver of fear as I imagined the panic attack taking me over just as I got there. The day came, I hopped into my car and headed to the meeting. I tried not to think about the possibility of an attack but it didn't work. I could hardly think of anything else. And I'm not sure that "thinking" is the best descriptive here. It was more like I was fearing. I was afraid of several things involved in this. Sure I was afraid of the attack itself, everybody that has them is afraid of them. But I didn't want to look foolish or like somebody that was going sort of crazy. I wanted to look like my normal self. As I parked the car the tension was rising. As I walked toward the meeting room's door I was red in the face and starting to sweat. I told the people who were already there that I had been running and needed to go to the washroom to "clean up." Actually I went in there to hide, but you can't hide from a panic attack! I stared into the mirror and I saw myself, red in the face and, most irritatingly, just pouring sweat. I looked at myself in the mirror and tried to calm down! That was no use, the panic attack was on, and I had people down the hall waiting for me! So I ran the cold water into the sink and just started wetting myself down really good. Well, it seemed to help! My face wasn't as red anymore, and you couldn't tell if I was sweating or I was just soaking wet. I straightened up the best I could in a Men's room and went back down the hall to the meeting. When I walked in a few people looked at me and remarked about my incredible state of wetness and I told them that I had run a long ways before the meeting and that I didn't want to sit among them while pouring sweat. They let me get away with it. I spent the rest of the meeting unable to concentrate on what was being said and, of course, I contributed very little. Before the end of the meeting, the attack was really dying down but I was afraid it would flare up any second so I was completely pre-occupied by my fear of the panic attack. After I left I immediately started worrying about the next meeting and how I would handle my new, out of control self. This went on for years! I got pretty good at going through a business meeting in a panic mode. I made plenty of excuses. I felt like I was crazy. As the time passed, a pattern developed. I didn't have attacks every day, I had them about once a week, usually kicked off by some sort of meeting. After enduring these pernicious attack for so long, all the while trying to figure out a way out of this mess, an idea started forming in my mind that had some appeal. By this time I saw panic attacks as a living thing, an evil entity, that was out to get me, and, so far, it was winning! I realized that, even though I had lost many "bouts" with this evil thing, I wasn't hurt. I used to box at the gym, strictly amateur minor leagues, but I can tell you this...when you know your opponent can't hurt you, you are completely unafraid and usually you come out the victor. Somehow that all came together for me. I began to see the attacks as something that really couldn't hurt me. I lost my fear of it. They NEVER came back. Now this incredible cure took me six years to work out and I was very happy to have discovered it. Some years later I ran across this program called Panic Away, created by Mr. Joe Barry and naturally I was interested in it and I looked into it thoroughly. It was a real "aha!" moment for me when I got to the part where Joe explains how his "one move technique" enables the panic attack sufferer to no longer fear the attacks or the possibility of their return. I could see exactly how it works, and work it does. You can get your life back! Copyright (c) 2009 Riley West
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