Panic. We all understand its primal quality. It must be the flight part of fight or flight. It’s the overwhelming fear that goes along with catastrophe. The loss of control in the face of huge or small danger. We all have our limits.
All of have experienced panic once or twice. One of my moments of true panic occurred in a grocery store. My child wandered away. The panic was so true and hard that I could taste it. You can imagine the panic-ridden thoughts that raced through my head. Thankfully, she was just one aisle over looking at cookies. I had already broken a cold sweat and had an anchor of fear in my heart.
I’ve been considering panic, the concept of panic, lately. I’ve been trying to understand its place in mental illness.
I believe it has more influence than I realized. Of course, this is just my opinion borne of my own experience. Your opinion could very well be different. You may feel panic is irrelevant.
Last week, I was convinced, no I knew, I was heading for a substantial manic period. And I was frightened. My head was full of noise and formula one thoughts. Despite my fear, the episode didn’t send me into the stratosphere and a few days later I found myself again.
One thing that really helped in this instance was not a boost in medication but some time sitting still in the dark. No music, no television—pure silence or at least as close as I could get. Call it meditation. Call it a mindfulness exercise.
I can’t explain why I did it. It felt right. It helped calm my mind?
After I thought about panic. Thinking back as mania began to swell, panic began to swell. Panic came with, or was caused by, the spiral of mania and the plunge of depression.
For me, I’m convinced that panic is a contributing factor to the intensity of my moods. It’s part of the vicious whirlpool that I swim so hard against when I know that something is going to spin me out of control.
How much of a role? I cannot say right now. I have only put this idea together. I haven’t had the opportunity to find out if I can reduce panic and its impact on a major mood swing. I hope that I will never have the opportunity. It’s quite likely that I will though.
Maybe panic is out of my control. It’s worth the effort to try. And try I will.
Hope and love Terry