I have never had problems with phobias, schizophrenia, OCD or anything along the lines of those type of disorders. I’m not really afraid of anything, and I have never been one to be obsessive over having a clean room. I would consider myself relatively normal, though if you ask my friends they might tell you otherwise. Like most college and high school students, I have suffered from test anxiety before. It is not a serious case, however. Usually when I go to take an exam I get really nervous before, sometimes I get a little worked up when I’m waiting for the exam, but usually the symptoms go away after a while. I have been this way for the last couple of years, especially in high school where I would stress out about getting into college at times.
However, last semester I experienced my first ever full-blown panic attack. Let me tell you, it was one of the scariest experiences of my life. I am not the most physically fit person, and I seriously thought I was having some sort of freak medical issue or something along those lines.
But it happened whenever I was studying for this exam that had been stressing me out for almost 2 weeks. I was in the library, and I felt my chest tighten up, like what happens when you get nervous. I just assumed that I was getting nervous about the exam, and chose to ignore it. However, after a few moments the feeling didn’t subside. Instead, it got a lot worse. And of course, I started panicking which only made things worse. I felt like I could not breathe and I was gasping for air; I was basically hyperventilating. I seriously thought I was going to die at a young age in the Penn State Library. My panic attack only lasted about a minute or two, but it felt like forever. Everything that was said in class about the panic disorder symptoms are completely true; especially the part where you feel like you are going to die.
Eventually I calmed back down, and I called my mother about it. It turns out that she suffers from slight panic attacks as well, and she had similar symptoms like me. She doesn’t get them often, and she explained to me it happens more frequently when she is stressed out over something with work. Apparently this is a common thing that happens on my mother’s side of the family that I did not know about. But when we spoke about the panic disorders in class, it kind of freaked me out that it is possible to have a second one in my lifetime. However, I now know what to expect, and I hopefully will react better than I did the first time; which is “don’t panic, everything will be ok.”