Don’t panic — meditation can help

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My little bit of a nervous breakdown started 10 years ago, when my daughter — then five — was diagnosed with   epilepsy. After six weeks of smiling through neurologist appointments, EEGs, blood tests and boatloads of worry, I started having panic attacks, which are aptly named. They feel like total, uncontrollable panic.

Mine started with a tingling in my head and quickly spread to tunnel vision, sweaty palms, thumping heartbeat and the belief that I was about to die. One panic attack invites many, and in the weeks to come I had them in stores, at home, in the day, in the night. They were my body’s way of telling me that something had to change.

So, I started therapy, I started Paxil, I started walking up to six miles a day, and I started very effective breathing exercises where, at the first sign of a panic attack, I would count backwards from 10 taking long, slow breaths with each count.

And slowly, with these strategies, the gift of time and my daughter’s improving health, I got better. I stopped the Paxil. I stopped the therapy. I stopped the breathing exercises. But I kept walking, although less and less as the years went by.

But I hadn’t really changed, so I guess it was inevitable that one day I would fall apart again. As the old saying goes, “You’re only as happy as your most miserable child,” and when my daughter reached puberty, we all got pretty miserable. Many kids with epilepsy take a turn for the worst when they reach the teen years, and that was true with my daughter, which meant even more neurologist visits, even more blood tests, even more worry.

One day I thought I was having a heart attack. I wasn’t. My old friend Mr. Panic was back.

But this time I could draw upon tools, and that helped. More important, I realized that I needed to change. I couldn’t be a constant yo-yo mirroring everyone else’s health. I needed to be strong in myself.

So I did the smartest thing I ever did: I started meditating. I’ve been doing Vipassana meditation for about three years now.

In Vipassana, we focus on the breath. When we realize our minds have wandered, we go back to the breath. In that moment, we “wake up.” We practice mindfulness. And, funny enough, after a while, you start “waking up” in daily life too.

Now, when my mind starts to spin out tragedies or dwell on past dramas, I’m less likely to get stuck in them. I wake up. When the stress of parenting a chronically ill child ratchets up, I take solace in the fact that my hardships are like each breath: They evolve. They pass. Nothing lasts forever.

My situation hasn’t changed. I’m still the mom with the sick kid, and that’s hard. But my response to my circumstances has changed. And that’s made the difference, at least for now, and that’s OK with me.

Margaret Finnegan is a writer and writing instructor at California State University, Los Angeles. Her work has appeared in the Los Angeles Times, Salon and other publications.

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By Margaret Finnegan, Special to the Los Angeles Times

Copyright © 2011, Los Angeles Times

April 18, 2011

2 Comments on “Don’t panic — meditation can help”

  1. Ricardo

    Nice read, thanks. I am dealing with panic attacks, and I am really wanting to get into meditation. I want to take my mind to the subtle world. I know meditation can help me, not sure how to start yet though.

  2. Cymber Lily Conn

    Thank you for sharing this story. I, too, was recently diagnosed with panic attacks, after passing out at a TSA pat-down screening. Turns out, I have been having panic attacks most of my life, due to childhood abuse. It has taken 26 years to get a proper diagnosis. The Institute offers articles and support for people who suffer from panic attacks and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. There are many paths out of this darkness.

    I became a Reiki master and healing harpist, so that I could play therapeutic music for myself. I am also trying some guided meditation CDs. I finally found a therapist who specializes in trauma, and have been able to get off the pharmas. I meditate daily using Reiki, charkrah, and Kabbalistic techniques, and I walk my dog. 🙂 It all helps.

    For the first time in my life, with this recent diagnosis, I have hope. I hope that others will be able to have the same kind of hope.

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