Jesika's Story:
I was 23 years old working 16 hour days, selling over 50 homes a year, sending out over 20,000 pieces of direct marketing mail a month. The youngest agent in my office by at least a decade. Two cell phones, 3 office lines and homes phone ringing off the hook. A Top Producer in my office and the real estate market was at its peak not to mention the stress was beginning to take its toll on me.
On my way back from Real Estate seminar on the freeway an overwhelming sense of panic swept over me. My heart was pounding; I thought I was going to have a heart attack. The fear gripped me and my throat began to constrict. I could not take air in. I began to hold my breath. The more I held my breath the more I started to get light headed and dizzy and waves of unconsciousness began to come on. All of this while going 60 miles an hour on the freeway. Could I make it to get off of the freeway? Was I going to crash and die? What was happening to me? I somehow managed to get off of the free way without crashing, crossing all the lanes at one time and pull into a gas station. I debated calling 911. But what if I passed out before the paramedics got there. Would they find me? Would I die? I decided to call my Uncle a doctor and ask him what was happening to me. As just as fast as it came on, it all went away. No more dizziness. I could breathe and my heart began to calm down and beat at a more normal pace. I called my uncle, but my aunt answered. I explained to her what happened and she laughed. Laughed? Laughed at me while my body was still coming down from the flight or fight response. I still had adrenaline running though my body and this woman was laughing at me. “Oh sweetie, you just had a panic attack. It’s nothing, you will be ok. Just go home.”
But I was not fine. The panic attacks increased in intensity and frequency. I lost 25 pounds. I would sit curled up in a ball next to my desk freaked out. I finally went to an MD to prescribe me a light anxiety drug and a klonopin. Not a big fan of prescriptions, I took the klonopin sparingly. But as the panic attacks continued my need for the klonopin increased and I spent my days in a much less productive state.
Although I had these “band-aid drugs”, the panic itself continued although not as frequently. I began to limit my life based upon the actual fear that I was going to have more panic attacks not the panic attack itself. I would avoid situations where I felt trapped or there were too many people. I would go to the grocery store when there were not many people. Sometimes I would fill up my cart and have to leave because I could not stand in line because I felt trapped and like I was going to pass out and die and worse yet in front of everyone. I would only go to the movie theatres when it was not crowded for fear of being trapped in between people. I could only have an isle seat. And even it I had an isle seat I would hyperventilate during the movie and adjust myself constantly for fear of having to flee and everyone staring at me during the movie. When I went to a restaurant, I would have to sit with my back against the wall. I had to be close to the exit so that I could flee and definitely be able to see the whole room. In every situation I had to have an exit plan. I would only go out socially if I had a wing person, so that in case I had to flee I had help. I avoided sports events concerts and any large public gathering. I barely went to see my family because going on the freeway was no longer an option let alone getting on a plane. How could I escape off of the freeway? I would probably crash and die.. right? Oh and traffic. Forget about it. That was the worst. Feeling trapped in my car, I would hyperventilate at stoplights and plan my routes according to where there was a public place to go or at least a shoulder on the road to pull over onto in case I passed out and died. Because ultimately in every situation I was going to die.. right? All this while taking prescription drugs and seeing a top panic attack psychiatrist.
One morning while walking my dog, I started to have these delusional fears that a car was going to come up on the sidewalk and run me over and kill me. When a plane flew overhead and I thought it would crash and kill me and I thought, this is really not normal. I began to see a psycho pharmacologist. This started me on the journey to practically every antidepressant out there in search of a cure for my panic attacks. You name it, I took it. I got fat. I had this tire around my belly. No matter how little I ate and how much I exercised I had this roll of fat on my belly. All I wanted to do was sleep. I was tired and lethargic and unmotivated to do anything. And my sex drive.. out the window.
Right before I was to get married I decided to get off all of the prescription drugs I was being given. I wanted to cure this issue once and for all. I had these fears that I was going to collapse walking down the isle or pass out while reciting my vows in front of everyone. I felt a lot of pressure to have kids and everyone told me it was not safe for a fetus to be exposed to these prescription drugs. I explained to one of my business coaches what was going on and he gave me the phone number of a guy whom he said could help me. I asked him what this guy does. He said I can’t explain it, just go see him. So I did. What did this guy do? He did NLP. What is that you ask? I had no idea at the time. He told me I should expect to come for about three sessions. One one hour session he had me lie down in a lounge chair and ask me about colors and movement and physical feeling and where they were in my body. After my session I noticed my panic as well as the fear behind the panic begin to dissipate. The following week I went for a second session. After that second session all my panic and fear of panic completely went away. I went in for my third session having to find something else to work on because I had absolutely no fear or panic any longer.
Seven years of medication and internal torture and this guy cured me in two sessions. I was a little upset I must admit. Thousands of dollars wasted on medication, psychiatrists and psychologist. Missing out of good times with friends and family. Living in constant and irrational fear. Why didn’t more people know about this simple cure?
I will be forever grateful to the man who cured me. So grateful in fact that I decided to give back and dedicate my life to help others in this uncomfortable situation and help you in the same way that I was blessed to experience. You DON’T have to live like this anymore. An easy, fast, painless solution awaits you. Call me. You will be glad you did. I am here to help you.
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