I had some sense of panic attacks, but it started to get bad after my mother was hospitalized for her own mental issues - January 28, 1989 was my first significant panic attack. I was not yet 14, but I would have two nights a month when I would be up almost all night with panic attacks and not knowing what they were.
I got a bit better, but the panic attacks returned in college when I had big fears of failure (Christmas 1996 was another time where my panic was so bad that I was afraid to leave the house). I graduated in 1999.
Fast forward to 2002-2004, I faced two years of unemployment and was in a bad church that went their own way as a nondenominational church. Depression started to take its toll, and trying to make friends led to anxiety that was so bad I would derealize (again, not knowing it). That church tried to kick me out twice (incorrectly using Biblical doctrine) over my derealization, saying that I was "causing division in the church" - when I didn't even know people. I left in June 2004 and it's been a slow climb coming back to trusting people.
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