About This Blog

My blog shares my recovery journey from childhood abuse to living with mental illness. I've been involved in twelve step groups and therapy since 1982. I accepted Jesus as my Savior in 1988. To the best of my ability, I have followed where He wants me to go and what He wants me to do. Maybe you'll find the hope and strength you need through what I write. Maybe you want to stop hurting yourself. Maybe you have a friend who needs help and can benefit from my story. I was newly disabled when I asked God this question: "What do you want me to do with my life?" I closed my eyes and paused for a few moments to still my mind. This is what I sensed from Him: "Amy, I want you to write your story to bring hope and healing to those who are still suffering." And that's exactly what I am doing!

Monday, September 22, 2014

Panic Attack In Grocery Store

It was a day of rest.
No running around, no house chores, no place to go.
Well, no place but one.
I needed to pick up my prescriptions.

It was a familiar drive.
A familiar store.
Familiar staff.
Nothing our of the ordinary.

Until I was leaving the pharmacy.
I started to feel a twinge in my stomach.
Then some racing thoughts in my head.
I tried to push them aside but that didn't work.

I used the SASHET feelings list:
Sad, Angry, Scared, Happy, Excited or Tender.
I felt sad and scared.
I couldn't identify where these feelings were coming from.

I noticed food entering my thoughts.
Foods to squelch those feelings.
Potato chips, mostly.
The closer I got to the exit doors, the stronger the panic.

I stopped.  I had to have those potato chips.
Again I checked in with my feelings.
I still felt sad and scared.
I decided to make the purchase anyway.

One canister was all I needed.
A flavor I enjoyed.
I paid for them and bagged them.
The panic went away.

I did not eat them until I got home.
I ate them while watching a JFK documentary.
I fell asleep for three hours.
Then I got up and went to bed.

I don't know what was going on.
I don't know where the sadness and fear were coming from.
I do know I eat when I feel those feelings.
Maybe I'll talk about it in therapy.