I have so much empathy for any one who has experienced depression. With a broken leg, at least your head feels ok and you still feel like doing things.
Depression is like having a dark cloud sitting on top of you everywhere you go.
I had beastly panic attacks that sidetracked me. The worst were when I first started studying with jw's.... and then when I left them. Felt like nothing would be normal ever again. A surreal feeling like falling into nothingness. I litterally hated to look up into the sky 'cause there was nothing there. I am fine now ... strong ... do get sad though, because finding out about the 'wt lies' ...is sad!
Murray, it almost sounds like you had a super panic attack that day. Maybe triggered by some toxic tile product. Sometimes it just takes one more thing to topple the 'load'. Those attacks are so terrifying ...with so much adrenalin, it's a wonder you didn't run the 3500kms!
The only thing that helped me was to finally challenge this damn thing .... "ok come on you bastard, do your worst, here I am make my heart race, come on lets get reeaallyy into it ...make me faint, stop my breathing, terrify me more, come on! Come on! Bastard!"
The more I yelled these things the more it stopped happening. Coward bastard! Get the picture? Not to make light of it, but this helped me like a charm.
(((hugs))) to you guys/gals
clarity
