She: introducing Panic Attack's

Seclusion. 

Her'Safe place'.

That's what she was craving. Needing it as surely as the air that was desperatly trying to fill her lungs. 

To high.

The air was to high. 

It wasn't reaching her lungs. It felt like it was getting stuck in that space, high in her chest, yet barley below her throat. Causing the pressure to intensify around her heart.

Which was only encouraging the panic attack to escalate, thus multiplying the lack of breathing ability while enducing a more rapid and severe sense of hysteria.

Focusing every fiber of her being on the tip of her nose,she drug in the cool air, as if it carried the fragrance of a thousand flowers on a tropical breeze, feeling its passing dance, delicately skim across the tip of her nose and tantalizing the place just barely beyond. 

The next breath carried the coolness a little bit farther. This time reaching the back of her throat. Each breath carried the coolness a little bit closer to her lungs. The panic, unnoticed now, ebbed into nothingness with each controlled and monitored breath.

She remembered all to well, that early morning, when panic attacks were introduced into her world...

It was around three a.m. when she was awakened by something. Laying quietly, not daring to move as she noticed the building pressure dead center on her chest, her sternum feeling as though it were pinned under a trick elephants balancing foot. The crushing compressions heaviness seemed to squeeze through to gain a tight hold on the spine directly behind.

As time passed the growing pressure compelled her to whisper a barely audible, 'I think I'm having a heart attack. Aren't I too young for this?'. After about an hour of every heart attack symptom being experienced, everything began to dissipate, as unbeknownest, peace was restored through the gentle swaying that rocked her as tenderly as a mother sooths a new born babe.

Over the next  few weeks speradic attacks brought less extreme symptoms. Tests were preformed, results seemed elusive.

Then one seemingly ordinary day was ripped apart by an attack, that carried with it a new experience. 

'Flight', was introduced, in a crowded room. 

The unexplained demand to "get out, get to your safe place, NOW!", kicked in. She felt that if people did not clear a way, or move faster, she would soon start picking them up and physically moving them out of her way, just as you might move mugs on a counter top. Once the building was cleared, she wrenched open the escape hatch to her car and was soon encapsulated in its safe confines. Leaving there she made the decision to go straight to her Doctor's office. No matter, she had no appointment. No matter, as she drove the irrational feelings that had enveloped her were subsiding. 

As she spoke with the receptionist at the front desk, a Doctor was just passing, noticing how distraught she appeared, he asked her a few questions. The answers seemed to be the key to opening up an impromptu visit. 

It was during the visit, with this physician, who was not her regular MD, that a diagnosis theory was vocalized.

Panic Attac's that had recently been active in her life, we're now not only her's, they were also named.

She decided then and there, to educate and aquaint herself with these intense attacks of anxiety...