Personal Narrative : Panic Attack

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The first time I had a panic attack I thought I was dying. My mind started spinning, my vision got blurry and the lights in my room began to burn my eyes. My breathing was labored, I felt like my lungs were going to collapse, my heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. My limbs went numb, my mind wouldn’t stop racing, too many thoughts were going through my mind, I couldn’t control myself any longer. I was screaming, but I couldn’t hear myself. Everything was silent except for the steady beating of my heart.
I can clearly remember wanting to die. The constant panic attacks, having to leave school because I threw up from the stress, not being able to talk in class pushed me to the edge. My freshman year of highschool I missed
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I layed in bed all day, every day. I would not leave my room, the pain I felt was debilitating. I ended up making myself sick from laying in bed and stressing all day. I constantly had colds which made me feel even more helpless because I didn’t want to talk to my parents in fear of having to explain why I was awake into such late hours of the night and why my grades were dropping.
The final panic attack before I told my parents had to have been the worst. The lights began to burn my eyes, my toes went numb, I could no longer feel any part of my body and I began to crumple to the floor. All I remember was feeling like I was going to collapse from the inside out, my heart hurt in an indescribable way and suddenly everything went black. When I awoke from what felt like a deep slumber it was about two in the morning, my head was throbbing, but I felt calm. I looked around my room, soaking in my surroundings and I began to realize my body stung when I moved, I looked down and my body was covered in small cuts. Although I had harmed myself like this before it was never on this scale, as I repositioned my body to stand up I felt fiery pain in each of the little lines, I could distinctly tell where the cuts began and ended.
I told a friend who was having similar struggles, but she realized that I was in dire need of professional help. She told me that if I did not tell my parents she
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