My father left this city 7 years ago, because he was having constant panic attacks after some thugs tried to rob us a few times. He went to live in a small, almost dead town, where sometimes he needs to hunt and fish to have something to eat.
So I agree, this anxiety is just my body telling me I should get the fuck out of here too. But I don’t want to throw my whole life away, so I’ll keep going, one day at a time.
I’m having a similar issue.
I lost my mother when I was 13. But, at that age, I was too young to understand the fragility of life.
Now, at 30, death scares me a lot. I had to deal with loss a few more times and it finally got to me. Now I am old enough to be able to understand what a “lifetime” is. When we are young, we don’t have this knowledge: life looks like it will go on forever. But it won’t.
I’m just starting to accept that my loved ones won’t be here forever. And this shit is scary as fuck. But we need to learn to accept this truth and live with it. It can also help us to value life more, to be grateful for things we used to take for granted.
And we need to take care of ourselves, physically and mentally, so we can live, as we too are dear for our loved ones and they need our help.
I’m also dealing with anxiety, depression and panic attacks. Here’s what helps me when I panic:
We have to be strong, but it’s also okay to be weak. It’s okay to cry if we need to. Just don’t give up, because there’s always good things in life to make all the suffering be worth it.