To escape chaos, yesterday, I went to my favorite Mexican place for breakfast with a friend. The minute the plate of 'migas' arrived, I suddenly flipped into a gigantic panic attack. I threw my glasses off and onto the table (the first sign for me that a panic attack is approaching). Well, instead of devouring my favorite food on the planet, I sipped on apple juice and tried to hang onto the chair and table from the horrible dizziness that accompanies it. I felt like I was bursting out of my skin and tried mind over matter, deep breathing, and ultimately 'xanax.' Finally when I felt I could stand it no longer, my wobbly, shaky legs and my friend helped me out of the door, into the car, and home into bed until the attack subsided.
He wants a dog - a battle buddy. He is applying for one of our PTSD Support Service Dogs. He lost his golden retriever and is devastated. He isolates himself, has equilibrium problems, has distrubed sleep, is hypervigilant, is on 13 medications a day, and sometimes imagines ending his life. He struggles to Walmart at 3:00 am when no one else is there so he can feel less threatened. He rarely leaves his home, and when he does, he is not alone. The list goes on and the story never ends. His wife is an angel. She is there by his side no matter what. This is but one of thousands of the same scenarios. It breaks my heart.