sam
12-24-2008, 09:42 PM
well this is a real inspiring story of a girl named dee , well she got her first anxiety attack at the age of eight and since then she been living with it and now she is 22 yrs old.
I am lost inside myself. Trapped by fear and pain.
Will I ever walk alone again in sunshine and in rain?
I lost myself so long ago. I can't remember me.
I can only hope and pray, that someday I'll be free.
No one knows the terror, that dwells within my heart.
I can't explain the way it feels, it's tearing me apart.
I cannot seem to overcome this gnawing awful fear.
I find it hard to live with hope, thru each quick passing year.
I pray that God will rescue me and give me back my life.
Helping me to overcome this ever present strife
Hello and Welcome!! My name is Dee. When I wrote the poem above, I was in my 8th year of living with Panic Disorder and Agoraphobia. Didn't sound real optimistic, did I? Now I am in year 22 and I have an entirely different outlook on how panic disorder affects my life.
I still have panic disorder, I still have panic attacks occasionally, I still avoid things. So what's different? The difference is in how I think!! Before I was full of "what ifs" and "why me's". I had to learn to think differently. I had to learn to say "so what if" and "why not me". It wasn't an easy lesson to learn, but once I accepted this simple fact, my life began to change.
One truth I have learned from living with PD is....I CAN CHOOSE HOW I FEEL BY HOW I REACT TO THINGS. I can't control how other people act toward me or how they treat me, but I can control how I react to them. Realizing that I have a choice empowers me and is very freeing.....I am no longer a victim. This was key in my beginning the journey toward recovery.
I have written this story to pay homage to the people in my life that have put up with the worst that panic disorder has to offer, because PD doesn't just affect the sufferer, but also the family and friends of the sufferer. This story is dedicated to those people who stood by me and never gave up on me and never let me give up on myself.
I have written this story in hope that it might help just one person not to have to live with this condition as long as I have.
Most importantly this story was written to give glory to God. Though my faith was battered and bruised at times throughout this ordeal, God never left me. His Grace and Mercy sustained me, when I had lost all hope. His promises were my lifeline when I was deep in despair. To Him I give all the Glory and Honor Forever and ever!!!
well if u like the story , then pls reply
I am lost inside myself. Trapped by fear and pain.
Will I ever walk alone again in sunshine and in rain?
I lost myself so long ago. I can't remember me.
I can only hope and pray, that someday I'll be free.
No one knows the terror, that dwells within my heart.
I can't explain the way it feels, it's tearing me apart.
I cannot seem to overcome this gnawing awful fear.
I find it hard to live with hope, thru each quick passing year.
I pray that God will rescue me and give me back my life.
Helping me to overcome this ever present strife
Hello and Welcome!! My name is Dee. When I wrote the poem above, I was in my 8th year of living with Panic Disorder and Agoraphobia. Didn't sound real optimistic, did I? Now I am in year 22 and I have an entirely different outlook on how panic disorder affects my life.
I still have panic disorder, I still have panic attacks occasionally, I still avoid things. So what's different? The difference is in how I think!! Before I was full of "what ifs" and "why me's". I had to learn to think differently. I had to learn to say "so what if" and "why not me". It wasn't an easy lesson to learn, but once I accepted this simple fact, my life began to change.
One truth I have learned from living with PD is....I CAN CHOOSE HOW I FEEL BY HOW I REACT TO THINGS. I can't control how other people act toward me or how they treat me, but I can control how I react to them. Realizing that I have a choice empowers me and is very freeing.....I am no longer a victim. This was key in my beginning the journey toward recovery.
I have written this story to pay homage to the people in my life that have put up with the worst that panic disorder has to offer, because PD doesn't just affect the sufferer, but also the family and friends of the sufferer. This story is dedicated to those people who stood by me and never gave up on me and never let me give up on myself.
I have written this story in hope that it might help just one person not to have to live with this condition as long as I have.
Most importantly this story was written to give glory to God. Though my faith was battered and bruised at times throughout this ordeal, God never left me. His Grace and Mercy sustained me, when I had lost all hope. His promises were my lifeline when I was deep in despair. To Him I give all the Glory and Honor Forever and ever!!!
well if u like the story , then pls reply