I also had panic attacks, but as a man I couldn’t tell anyone about them. I just thought I was going crazy. I never had them before, they just started one day. I think I have figured out what they were all about (by the way, I don’t have them anymore).
I was projecting. I was imagining what the next week held in store for me if I kept living like I was, and it wasn’t pretty. I had been drinking nonstop from the time I opened my eyes until I passed out, and things were starting to get real bad. Then I would imagine (project) what things would be like in a month, then what they would be like in a year living like I was living. I was scared.
I stumbled into my first aa meeting in october of 1998. I haven’t had a sufficiently strong desire to pick up a drink sense. The panic attacks have stopped, and my life is livable today.
You asked “i don’t know what to do.” I don’t have all the answers, no one I know does, but what might be a good idea is type “aa meeting in (insert your town here)” in your search engine, find a meeting, and go there. If you don’t want to drive, take a bus. But get there.
The least effective method of getting happy joyous and free, is to try to do it all by ourselves. That just never seems to work worth squat. We get better together, we stay sick alone.
Your friend on the road to the good stuff,
richard