F##K, I THINK I’M DYING by Claire Eastham
Some books start slow and eventually work into something more intense. This is not one of those. It’s like the horses have just jumped in the Melbourne Cup and it’s all go from there.
It deals with panic attacks, of which the author has had many, and our lack of understanding of same. Here I have to confess that a family member is afflicted so I had a vested interest in reading this tome. Having said that, I feel that it’s a book the general public NEEDS to read, such are the messages about our lack of understanding of a world outside the norm.
As a parallel, you could almost say it’s like Corona virus but, at this stage, there’s no solid antidote. The problem is coming more to the fore but intense studies are few and far between and, it’s only in modern times that the full ramifications are coming being elaborated on.
You can’t help but wonder just how many people have ended their lives due to this insidious bit of the brain called the amygdala. An acorn sized piece of the grey matter that controls your fight or flight response except, in some cases, usually prompted by continued stress it seems, it literally goes haywire and sends you to a type of crazy. Imagine lying on the side of the road, out cold, and not knowing how you arrived in that situation. That’s what happened to my relative.
I found it incredible to get my head around the fact that you can have pain virtually anywhere in your body, a seemingly physical, say, sore knee, yet there’s absolutely nothing wrong with your knee, or whatever other part might be suffering. Neck, back, arm, stomach, heart; anywhere at all in the body. You go to the doctor, explain the symptoms, and he/she treats you for what you’d expect. Except, everyone’s looking in the wrong place, for where problem actually is may well be in the “acorn”.
The number of self-harm cases caused by this potentially fatal flaw must be astronomic. The drug abuse it must lead to is beyond my comprehension. The world needs a better understanding of this malady and Claire is doing a wonderful job conveying the message.
As she explains, “There might not be an officially recognised cure, but what we can do is learn how to communicate with panic”. As someone who averages one a week over seven years, she knows what she is talking about.
She has a blog, titled, appropriately, “We’re all mad here”, which reflects not only her sense of humour but a determined effort to control her situation.
The total of possible aids to the condition are numerous; some work, some don’t. I’d heard of laughing therapy before but sort of dismissed it. However, after laughing, somewhat falsely, for 30 seconds or more, your self can’t distinguishing it from reality and you really do continue laughing. That is just one of many therapies delved into.
If you don’t like the word “f++k”, then you may find some discomfort in the volume. I found it mostly relevant to the text and, overall, the whole thing shines a light on something we know little about. A must read for me.