Gripping a Wall on a Slippery Street

Your present circumstances don’t determine where you can go; they merely determine where you start.

Nido Qubein


Yesterday was a completely normal day: did yoga, worked, had a meeting, went for a drink with a friend: I had a perfectly nice time, but I started to feel weird while talking to him.

Really weird. We were talking and my brain felt fuzzy somehow, I started loosing words, I was really nervous, my chest started constricting just a bit and my heart felt like it started to miss a beat or two. I ignored it. I guessed I have plenty enough reasons to feel stressed or nervous, so I chose not to explore it or mention it.

We said goodbye and I went for a walk through the city.

The feeling of being constricted came back. Full force. My breath evaporated, my chest felt like it’s being squeezed and my vision became foggy. I knew from experience that what I was facing in that cold and poorly lit street was a panic attack. I grasped a wall and tried to make my body see sense. It was dark, I was alone and the streets were wet and slippery. That wall was all I had. 

For those of you dealing with panic attacks, you know your brain knows that what you’re facing isn’t really physical. You also know that it is extremely physical. The pain is very real. The shortness of breath doesn’t just go away and the tightness is the one painful thing letting you know you’re alive, but just barely.


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 Yet you’ve probably learned to live with it (or you’re still learning) and you try to help your body calm down. Breathe slowly. Breathe slowly. You can breathe slowly. Breathe in. Now out. Slow down. It’s O.K. Over and over again.

Those forced thoughts are mixed with those of extreme fear which come without invitation and you actually feel like you know you’re dead. But you have to make yourself breathe.

So I did. I managed to get up and calm down enough to start walking again. Walking helps me, no matter what I’m dealing with. I walked it off.

I went home and to bed.

The aftermath of a panic attack for me is usually a pretty bad headache, so I knew sleep was out of the question. I put some music on and tried to relax. I read, stared into the darkness and waited for morning to come.

And then it hit me again. 

I calmed down.

And again. 

At that point I though I’d have to get help. My body was completely and utterly spent. My head was pounding and I felt like I’ll never be able to get up again. But I calmed down again. That’s how I greeted the morning today.

I had to get up: I have to work to do and an ill father, two dogs and a family to look after. I have no time for this.

Failing to be strong is not an option. 

Panic attacks are still considered to ail those with “weak characters” or those who are simply “too damn sensitive”. For those with first-world-problems.

Well, tough luck. People with panic attacks aren’t weak in any shape or form. I’m still here. I’m working, functioning and living. Yes, I’d love nothing more than to put on my bear onesie, climb into bed, cry and watch Netflix. But I refuse to let it get to me, because I’ve done that in the past and it almost killed me.


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This thing that happens to me from time to time is just a way of my brain telling my body that something isn’t right. That does not make us weak. It’s just a way of dealing with stress, emotions or hardship.

I know there are plenty of people suffering from panic attacks or anxiety, but they’re somehow afraid to tell anyone. They seem to agree with the opinion that having panic attacks somehow makes you weak and a target for those seemingly stronger to push you aside as someone not even worth considering.

Don’t let that be your life.

I’ve learned to be proud of all of those fall-to-the-knees moments. I’m the one that’s had to survive the gut-wrenching aftermaths of my unbalance and I won’t let anyone pity me or see me as weak. That’s simply not who I am.

I am strong.




  1. Great job giving detailed descriptions of what it is to get panic attacks. I’ve never had one before so I found it interesting. I’m sorry to read that you have to deal with panic attacks but am thankful that you are willing to share them to the public.

    • Hi, there!
      Thank you very much for your kind words. I write about stuff like this because I’d like to help raise the veil of stigma surrounding this sort of issues. We don’t usually like to share these wobbly sides of our lives, but I think they’re what make us unique. Finding power within those moments it’s what it’s all about (at least to me) :).

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