I don’t know why I even bother to read the newspaper or watch the news. Â There has to be a diagnosis for this. Â noseyitis or suckerforpunishmentitis. Â The stories literally make me sick. Â I mean, mentally sick!!! Â They make me never want to leave my home b/c of the senseless violence that is just getting worse each and every God given day. Â I’m already on alert from my own son’s murder trying to navigate to a place where I can at least coexist in this world.
So I come across this article about a bride that is going to be buried in her wedding dress, having died from a panic attack just a few days before. Â Jesus, take the wheel.
The story said she was in the car with a friend when it happened.  I might as well had been sitting in the back seat.  I can feel her breath being unsteady.  I can see her gasping for air as if I was there the whole time.  How do I know?  I too suffer from panic attacks.  People still ask me why I isolate so much.  The attack will come from a simple trigger, to crying, to literally not being able to catch your breath. If I’m in public, it’s worse b/c you’re trying not to bring attention to yourself which makes it worse. You lose logic, you’re in full emotional and physical despair. It’s horrible. Yet people keep asking, when will I get back to myself and start hanging out again. They want the old Ena back. I want to be able to go through a range of emotions in one day and not break down from any of them.  It seems like I’m talking about mental illness a lot lately.  You know why?  I’m tired of not talking about it.  I’m tired of people acting as if I’m not trying hard enough or someone telling me my son is in a better place and would want me to live my life.  As if my daily desire is to be a mental whirlpool of ups and downs.  When people say think of the good memories to keep going.  Ok, let me tell you how they normally go.
My youngest is beginning HS in a few weeks. Â I’m afraid he’ll get jumped and killed in front of his school like his brother was. Â We’re normally excited about doing back to school shopping. Â It’s like early Christmas getting whatever they wanted. Â I think, What would Teddy want him to wear? Â Teddy normally took him shopping, it was one of their Bro times together. Â Now it’s just a chore. Â I looked forward to becoming involved in school activities, a very involved parent. Â Now, I talked to the all of the administrators not about their school events. I wanted to know about security protocol. Â How far is the local precinct? Do those metal detectors in front really work and are they used all day long until every child exits the school? Â You get my gist now? Â My thoughts are not your thoughts. Â So I try not to think!!! Â As if that happens very long.
Panic attacks. Â Panic disorder. Â As many times as I’ve felt like I was reaching for my last breathe, I never knew that it was medically possible. Â I guess something else, I didn’t need to be thinking about. Â It’s not easy. Â It’s not weakness. Â It’s not fair. Â But it’s life; my life and unfortunately this young lady who will never have her wedded bliss on this side of Heaven. Â She’ll forever be with her family, but they will never be the same.
I’ll keep grasping for that next breath until it’s my time to depart.  Just another reminder world.  Just b/c you can’t see the injury, doesn’t mean it isn’t life threatening.  Mental illness is serious yet taken so trivially that we’d rather not talk about it then have someone tell us how to just get over it.  Just food for thought.  Here is the article.  http://nydn.us/2btCaun
Until next time. Â Thanks for hanging out with me…..Blessings