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Just twice for me.
The first was when I was about 18 or 19, shortly after I decided to take on an atheistic perspective of life. The whole "when you die, that's it" thing was terrifying at first, to the point where I had a panic attack at work one day, out of the blue. The thought became so intense and horrifying that my boss ended up watching me dry-heave in the stock room. That was really embarrassing.
The second was a few years back, on a plane. I am normally really cool with flying, and I think that flying during a sunset is one of the most beautiful things you'll ever see. The air over Texas/Arkansas/Mississippi/Alabama is rougher than much of the rest of the country (though only comparably speaking - it's really not that bad), and it was my first time flying over that area. For some reason, though, I freaked the fuck out. I knew it was a panic attack, I knew that I was fine, but I just could not stop my legs from shaking like crazy and was borderline hyperventilating for a good hour. Every flight since then has been smooth sailing, and to this day I have no idea what came over me.
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). Feeling the panic-induced high blood pressure, people are afraid of possible aneurysms bursting or loss of control over their body as well as dozens of other life-threatening events thus enhancing the panic attack.
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