I got introduced to panic attacks while moving along in a line at LAX.
We were getting ready to fly back to my hometown in Oregon.
The panic attack was not caused by my fear of flying! I didn't have any fear of flying.
I was a pilot.
In those years of the early 80's I had my own aircraft and flew all over the Western United States...
and I LOVED it! The panic attack didn't ask my permission, it just barged right in.
By the time I was down the concourse to the planes boarding door I was sweating profusely and making plans to get off that plane! The airplane didn't frighten me...
I was just swimming in a whirlpool of fear and I thought I might be going crazy.
That little, tight seat with people all around me was not a pleasant idea.
I tripped into the rabbit's hole and nothing made sense.
Even with the overwhelming feeling, I took my seat like a good little passenger.
I kept my head down, the sweat continued, my stomach felt sick, and I thought about jumping off the plane.
I needed a way to cure panic attacks.
I hadn't ever felt like this before! It was a hell of sorts inside my head and I could barely stand it.
Oh...
just to be normal again, but it felt lost.
I made it through the flight.
I practically ran off the plane, straight to the bar for a double whisky.
I didn't normally drink whisky but I was desperate to change the way I felt.
And it did it! In the weeks, months and years after this I had many more panic attacks.
My attacks were mostly centered around my fear of business meetings and the thought that I would appear crazy to my associates.
At the library and at the bookstores I read about panic attacks and anxiety, and maybe it helped a little.
The years were slipping past.
I began to put together an idea for a cure for panic attacks.
It had been five years and going on six.
Then, one day, in the span of a couple of minutes, I encountered yet another panic attack, only this time I threw it out.
When I realized that a panic attack was trying to take hold, right there in my car on the way to a meeting, i just threw a fit! I swore at the evil panic attack, which, by now, I saw as an "entity".
In a loud voice I said "You're outta here! You have been wrecking my life and it stops now.
I have struggled with you many times and I have never died or even been hurt.
I'm not afraid of you anymore and you can't touch me!" And it was the end.
I never had another attack.
I didn't know why it worked.
Since then I figured out what happened in my car that day.
I could see how it went down and why I prevailed.
I had learned to become unafraid.
These days, the professionals that deal with this know that the way to cure panic attacks is simply put.
One just has to get over the fear of a returning attack.
Today, there are easy to follow, simple instructions that expertly lead you to become unafraid.
Once you are no longer afraid of panic attacks you have what amounts to a cure for panic attacks.
I hope you pursue this right away.
It really is the answer.
To cure panic attacks...
become unafraid! You deserve to get your life back and it's going to be a lot easier to cure panic attacks than you'd think!