I can’t believe it. I do a search regarding Creatine, and I come across this thread.
How I wish I came across this a couple of years ago, it would have saved me a great deal of pain and anguish.
I just spent the last hour and a half reading every post (and re-reading some), and I’m blown away at the stories, struggles and experiences shared here. Particularly you DJ.
The similarities and the differences are amazing. Even some words you use to describe how you’re feeling are the same as what I would use, like feeling “off”. Never would have imagined someone could have coined the same phrase, and could understand the meaning of it.
This whole thread has given me strength and understanding, through all the people that have participated, and I share my experiences here as well to hopefully do the same.
My first panic attack, believe it or not, was on my first day of leave almost 2 years ago.
Just finished eating breakfast, and bang. My heart was punching the inside of my chest trying to break through, my mind in a full state of panic not knowing what was going on. I don’t even know where my mind was, but it wasn’t in my head. Had a shower trying to wash away the feeling and distract myself, and started wretching from the anxiety and panic. I could barely turn the knobs in the shower my hands were shaking that bad, and I just didn’t have the strength. While it did subside, I spent the whole day on the couch concentrating and trying to maintain a regular and low heartbeat.
I felt sick, couldn’t eat, couldn’t do anything other than think of wtf had happened and will it happen again. I just thought I lost my mind. I lost 8 kilos in just over a week, and all I could eat was a dry cracker or two.
That was the start of it. To cut a long story short, I had a few subsequent episodes, but my worst problem was the anticipation of another attack virtually had me in a constant state of anxiety. They call this anticipatory anxiety. Loss of appetite, loss of weight, I would be flushed and bright red for hours at a time. It wouldn’t subside until I went to bed, and woke up the next day.
I would look for any reason as to why it happens, and would contribute it to anything I was doing at the time and then forming as association between the two, and then avoiding that particular thing.
I would think that wearing a pair of shoes would have set off an attack, so I would never wear those shoes again. A particular food, particular music, particular movie, anything. Very irrational I know now, but made perfect sense when you’re in that state of mind.
Eventually, I cut out so much out of my life, there was very little left. I just went to work, and came home doing the exact same thing in the exact same way and not stray, in fear of it setting another attack off.
My big thing was my heart rate, and always thinking about it. Sometimes just thinking about it and thinking “how am I feeling?” used to set off an attack. I was obsessed by it. Used to take my pulse, blood pressure, eye dialation. Any variation would require a reason why!
I lived with this for over a year and a half before I went looking for help. Not even talking to anyone else about it. How could I when I couldn’t even describe what I was going through, and not even wanting to think about it.
Like you DJ, I had been keeping a journal for a while, but I don’t think it could make sense to anyone but myself, as no-one could understand what I was living and struggling with every day.
While I thought my routine was my saviour, I think now it was my failure.
I was just building myself a trap. Now I’ve been learning not to hide, but to challenge. Challenge, and take back control, rather than IT controlling me. That’s what it all boiled down to me. I couldn’t keep living my life like this, and if I had to, I’d rather be dead. Not living in this constant fear. You see, that’s where I got angry and drew a line in the sand. I thought, well if happens it happens. I’ll deal with it then and there, but in the meantime, I wanted to live and enjoy life again. I can’t spend the next 40 years living like this. I didn’t fear death like you, I welcomed it. Starting at the gym was part of my road to recovery. I needed to regain my confidence. I needed to look different, and feel different not just mentally but physically.
I’ve been perfectly fine now for over 6 months, with no attacks or anxiety, BUT, you just know it’s always lurking there somewhere. How could it not be. Once you’ve experienced it, I don’t think you could ever be the same.
It’s been a slow, deliberate, and long process but it’s a matter of re-training your thought processes.
Like I said, I had to take back control and challenge. That’s what did it for me.
If I had tuna for lunch, and had an attack, I would have tuna again the next day and try to provoke another attack.
Challenge/Control.
I slowly started doing all the things that had set off attacks previously, almost trying to provoke another attack. Usually one did not follow, but if it did again, i would do the same thing again the next day.
It really is a battle of wits, it’s just that the other opponent is yourself as well.
Confidence.
That’s why I started with the gym. I needed to look different physically as well as be different mentally.
Acceptance/Perspective
Accept what happens to you, and I think you will find the fear will slowly dissipate.
Distraction.
Sometime you just need to do or find something to distract yourself for a short while. If you become involved in it enough, the symptoms will disappear. As soon as you feel something odd, think/do something else. The quicker you do this the better, and it will soon become habit and you’ll do it without realising. This is also how I had given up other habits like smoking, and eating any junk food.
People just can’t understand what it’s like or possibly imagine until you have been through something like this yourself. I admire you all for you strength and courage, coz I’ve been there and done that myself and know how hard it is and what it takes.
Lastly, apologies for this thread being so long (but trust me, I could have gone on!). If one person has persisted and picked out one little bit of info that has helped or brought them comfort, I will sleep that much better tonight. 
I will be regularly checking this thread to see how you are all doing, and I wish you all well.