Hello dear users,
I am new here and wanted to vent a bit of frustration. I am 24 years young and have been moderately depressed for two years. As a result, I have a panic disorder with strong physical discomfort. It all started after I broke up with my boyfriend at the time. After that I was all alone in a big city and my family was 580 km away at the time. That was also the time when my depressions came to the fore. I have always been a very emotional person and have always thought a lot, but that would knock me once so I really did not see coming.
The depression manifested itself in the classic way, I would say with listlessness, lack of drive, thoughts of suicide (paradoxical) and the cleanliness of my apartment also left a lot to be desired. I lost about 12 kilos during that time, because I didn't eat anymore, but only smoked and drank coffee. At some point I was lying in my bed and began to listen to myself and noticed a high pulse, this ritual then solidified more and more and unsettled me constantly that what was wrong with my body.
A colleague drove me to the emergency room at 24 o'clock at night with shortness of breath and palpitations. The young doctor could not find anything wrong with me and dismissed me with the words that everything was okay with me and that the suspicion of pulmonary embolism had not been confirmed. After this event, I preferred to sleep on the couch in the living room, because I felt safer there somehow. Two nights later, the whole thing started all over again, I began to shake all over my body, I became alternately hot and cold, my heart raced like crazy and I got abnormal dizzy spells. I had such a, pardon, shit fear that I would strive, that I let me the emergency doctor come home. This determined that I had a pulse of 160 beats per minute and built me up at that time with the words that he had already had 16-year-olds who died of a heart attack. I tried to get back home as soon as possible, which I finally did after half a year.
As soon as I arrived home, the panic attacks became stronger and stronger and the sensations grew. I had chest tightness, my blood seeping into my legs, tingling of the extrimities, dizziness, sweating, avoiding going out the door. I've been out maybe three or four times in the evening since then. Mostly I didn't dare and have been doing psychotherapy for about a year now. The panic attacks are still there, I can only control them better now, with the depression it is an eternal up and down and the discomforts are so much that I can't even list all the symptoms anymore.
On top of that I have a panic fear of dropping dead. I can't just go to sleep at night anymore because I'm afraid I won't live to see the next day. I simply cannot accept the finiteness at such a young age and the worst thing is that I live in a great partnership and yet I am totally unrelaxed in many things. New to this is that according to my internist I have a valve prolapse, minimally it is said, I really don't believe a word of what doctors tell me anymore, why wasn't this determined the three heart echos before?
Has anyone had similar experiences and possibly share about it?
I hope my story was not too long and too confusing for you.
Kind regards