Sometimes my hands shake so much, I look like I’m leading a symphony. (Without a baton.) Legs too, I have to sit down.
Maybe you panic before a test, the very fear of having a seizure, social rejection, job anxieties, debt, fear of failure, an anticipated argument, holidays, fear of flying.
Or the daunting prospect of being alone without any support system. Or even death itself.
There are probably as many kinds of stress and panic attacks as there are those of us who suffer from them.
And behaviors: trembling, sweating, hyperventilating, breathlessness, feeling faint or light-headed, a sense of disorientation, cramping, nausea, your heart pounding like it’s going to explode from your chest, a fear of dying.
Or you’re just plain scared.
I could go on forever. And I’m sure you could, too.
In this eye-opening article from the New York Times, a neurologist talks about his own journey with epilepsy: his perceptions, other people’s reactions (not good) and how he decided to become a neurologist.
People speak of their own experiences:
“The best way I can describe it is that it was like watching television in your mind.”
All of us have dreams. Some become reality…and some stay in our imaginations.
For me, writing was my “dream”. And it became a reality when I discovered a way I could write without starving.