Firstly, I am a sufferer of 13 years, albeit on the mend now. I have endured everything from panic attacks to real head on the floor depression, all of which can be frightening, really frightening.
This story I hope will make a very good, and important, point. It takes a slightly humourous approach to something which is far from humourous, but I am sure the reader will forgive the latitude I take here. It is an honest attempt to get over something very important.
The story is about a man who trips and falls into a large hole. He is a panic attack sufferer, and starts shouting for help as the hole is too large for him to get out of on his own.
A very wealthy man is the first one to hear his cries. He comes over to the hole and drops in some money, telling the guy to use the money to get himself out. Not surprisingly, the man in the hole shouts back that the money is no good to him, it will not get him out. The rich man walks on.
A priest then walks past, hears his cries for help and drops in a bible telling him that will help, but the sufferer replies that surely will not get him out of his hole either. The clergyman walks on however, believing he has done his act of kindness for the day
Some passing good Samaritan then calls for a therapist to come and help him. He is consequently approached by a counsellor who drops in a leaflet and tells him that he should come and visit him immediately he gets out of the hole. He goes on to explain that it will only cost him so much per visit, with his fees and contact details all on the leaflet.
Most of the man’s response is hardly surprisingly unprintable, and on realising that his attempt at assistance is futile, the counsellor calls for a doctor.
The doctor drops him in some pills to which the man again replies that these will not get him out of the hole he is in.
The doctor’s departure is immediately followed by someone who actually jumps into the hole alongside the panic attack sufferer who, not surprisingly, asks why did they do that as they are now both trapped.
The man’s response is to tell his companion in the hole not to worry, as help in now at hand. The man who jumped in goes on to explain that he was a sufferer himself for many years, understands exactly what predicament the guy is in, and has the key to getting him out.
I think the moral of this tale is now very clear.
However well intentioned people may be, they do not most times understand the predicament that anxiety sufferers are in. But fellow sufferers, or more to the point, ex-sufferers, most definitely do. And they can hold the key to the one thing the sufferer is seeking i.e. the way out of his own particular hole.
It took me a long time to realise the moral of this story for myself, but eventually it was through such a source that I found my way out. But for too long I had been seeking a solution in the wrong place.
There is no better proof of whether any supposed solution will work, than from those who have tried it. It was from the testimonials of those who had been to this source that I realised therein lay my own way out also.
There is always a solution, always a way out. You will find yours much quicker if you seek it from the right source. That source will not only have a complete understanding of the challenges you face, but will have the answer to meet and permanently beat those challenges.
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