So, I flew from Jacksonville, Florida to Atlanta, Georgia to Kansas City, Missouri.
That morning, I forgot to take my Anxiety meds., and on the first flight, before the plane was even in the air or moving, my brain just flooded with scenarios that weren’t pretty…
My heart started racing, and I thought I thought I was having a Heart Attack at first, then I remembered that I didn’t take my meds.
My breathing complicated a little, but I made sure to tell myself I was going to be okay, since it was only an hour flight. It was a mild Panic Attack.
On the second flight to Kansas City, about halfway into the flight, I started thinking too much again. My heart felt like someone was stabbing me on the chest.
It was hard to breathe…. but I was rapidly.
My mouth went dry, and it felt as if my throat was closing.
I was sweating, and felt cold.
I pushed the button thingy for a flight attendant, and had to wait 8 or 11 minutes until I saw her.
She came by, turned off the button, walked away, and then 3 minutes later, came back and asked, “Did you need anything?”
NO FUCKING SHIT BITCH! WHY DO YOU THINK I HAD THE BUTTON ON?!
Well, anyway… I asked for water, and she brought it to me.
I drank it, leaned back, closed my eyes, and kept on thinking of good things, and not the plane going down and killing everyone. I’m not scared of flights. I promise.
Panic/Anxiety attacks are painful. They feel like you’re being suffocated. They are serious…
AND IF YOU EVER SEE SOMEONE HAVE ONE, DO NOT FUCKING WAIT TO HELP THEM! YOU GO UP TO THEM, AND TRY. ASK THEM IF THEY NEED ANYTHING. RE-ASSURE THEM.