This is exactly the feeling I get. The environment I am in just becomes unbarable for a time and I so want to leave it. I have these episodes almost daily though.
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I've had dejavue "anxiety" attacks off and on for decades. Hang with me here but I suspect that it has to do with ingestion of something which causes indigestion, acid build up, sour stomach or gas which causes difficulty breathing then the blood turns oxygen from hyperventilation and the mind plays tricks. Almost like an allergy to something ingested. Intense hangover from overinduldgence of alcohol is the most common time it happened with me. I stay away from hard liquor now because that's an automatic anxiety attack the next day for me. Worse with spicy foods or overeating. I honestly believe that it is digestive in nature. Once triggered my blood boils, tingling in arms, arms go numb sometimes, flushed feeling, goosebumps sometimes, pins and needles, churning stomach, feels like I can't get oxygen and the terrifying experience of anxiety is usually triggered from something like a smell, sound, most especially a memory-dejavue-dream like experience but very frightening because it is so real. Can happen while awake, before sleep and even been jarred awake by the experience. I notice when I am tired and my mind is weak I am more susceptible. Terrifying feeling of impending doom, mortality and this fear that what we call "reality" is untrue because the dejavue is so real, frightening and prophetic. It always goes away in time and I know it will but that's no consolation while it's happening. I have asked family to drive me to the emergency room and just park in the lot waiting for it to pass a few times. It's embarrassing when it happens expecially after it passes. Changing your envioronment helps, antacids help, sipping water helps, prescription Vistaril helps. Remember what you ingest or eat before the attack to determine what triggers the event. I notice some suspect cannabis and I have consumed cannabis some before but never experienced an attack from ingesting cannabis. In fact I think cannabis cures hangovers.
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I am 63 years old,was addicted to hydrocodone for 6 years,ending 10 years ago. i also am an alcoholic. I am clean of everything now for 10 years. only in the last 6 months i experience deja vu watching tv. I feel positive i have seen the new show already (not possible}. I also seem to recognize people I never met. I have no other symptoms either good or bad. I want anyone's opinion,doctors most welcome of all !
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Hi, I have a story I'd like to share here. The stories I've read so far on here are all exactly what I've been feeling for a short while now, and I feel that it'd be good for me to share my piece. I'm 19 at the moment, male, and suffering from these "deja vu attacks" more often than my sanity is willing to handle. Let me start at the beginning. When i was 18, I smoked marijuana for the first time. I was invited by a few friends, knew I'd do it sooner or later, and decided to roll with it. My first sensations were odd, but not particularly bad. I felt fuzzy, then a pulsating sensation. My tongue had odd tastes, sounds and lights were enhanced, and it felt oddly familiar. It made me think of a time as a child when I felt these same sensations. It was a decade ago in this memory, and I was laying in my old bed going to sleep for the night. I figured that I had forgotten about this memory until now, and that maybe I had cannabis oil or something as a medicine all those years ago. It felt comforting, and made me tired. I immediately took a nap, right there with everyone chatting away and having a jolly time. The good memories all stop there. In my memory, I was falling asleep. It felt like I was actually there, 8 or so years old, going to sleep in my old bed. I started hearing soft echoing sounds, like miscellaneous syllables. They were soothing at first, but then they became disturbing. I got worried they would never end. I was sleeping for no more than 30 minutes, but the echoes only lasted for the last 20 seconds. I jolted awake from what was becoming a nightmare to laughter. One person had been whispering those things into my ear, and everyone found it funny. I would have found it funny too if I didn't still feel like I was in that memory. It was as though I was both dreaming as a child and living in current reality at the same time. It was terrifying. I had the deja vu that everyone on this forum knows all too well, only it was constant. I couldn't understand why these people were in my childhood dream, or why I felt I was in a dream in the first place. I got scared. I ran out of the room immediately, straight outside. I wanted this feeling to stop. Once I got outside I kept running. Away from the house, down the street, almost in a trance. I realized my body was exhausted so I stopped and sat down. I didn't know what was happening. I gave myself a self-analysis; High heart rate, elevated body temperature, sweating, nausea, stomach pain, chest pain, painful breathing, sore throat, dry mouth, and a pulsating sensation. I didn't know what to make of it. Was I drugged? If so, who drugged me and why? Am I angry? How could I possibly be this angry? Am I afraid? What am I so afraid of? I went over each of these over and over again. My rational thought processes were gone. My fears were illogical and ridiculous. I felt like I had forgotten some important detail pertaining to my predicament. I decided that I needed to go to a hospital, but couldn't remember where I was. I didn't think to call 911 because I had forgotten about my cell phone. I went to knock on a neighborhood house to ask for help, but I felt that they wouldn't believe me, or that they wouldn't get me there in time. I would then move back from the house, and forget why I was so afraid in the first place. Then the cycle would repeat itself. It went like this for a couple minutes before I heard yelling. Someone was running down the street towards me. My vision was blurry, I couldn't tell who it was. I thought they were out to get me. To kill me, maybe torture me. I ran. My imagination went into overdrive, thinking up all these ridiculous and impossible reasons why they were chasing me. I lost all sanity for a bit at that moment. I was literally running for my life. I hopped a tall fence, ran through a field, then arrived at the highway. 4 lanes. 50 mph. I couldn't run any longer. If they were going to kill me when they caught me, I'd rather just end it myself. I hopped into the road, trying to throw myself into oncoming traffic. I was determined. They all swerved out of the way, just barely. Traffic came to a halt as people pulled over. A few people came out and managed to calm me down. "Ambulance" I said. "I need an ambulance". I was finally back in reality, but I still felt terrible. The people chasing me turned out to be my friends, I realized this as they caught up to me. I didn't talk much, just explained that something was wrong and I needed to go to a hospital. Before I knew it the ambulance was there. I got in, went through the motions, and managed to calm myself down fully. I knew where I was, I knew I had a bad trip, I knew I was on my way to the hospital. Everything was going to be okay. I passed out shortly before we arrived. Apparently, I almost went into cardiac arrest. I awoke in a hospital bed, very disoriented. I had no recollection of anything that had just happened. A friend called me at some point, but all I told them was that I didn't know where I was and that I wanted to kill myself. I don't remember that call, but they do. As I regained my conciousness, I regained me memories in backwards order. When i got to the point where I was doing self-analysis I went into a panic again. The deja vu was still here. The sensations were still here. It wasn't over yet. I was desperately requesting sedation, but I couldn't explain my situation. I was convinced something bad was going to happen. I eventually tried to force my way out of the hospital (another memory I can't recall) to which they finally sedated me. When i next woke, the sensations were gone. My parents and close friends were gathered around, and I felt safe. My memory was still fuzzy, but it was a good start. They sent me home with some strong drug in my system to keep me in a daze, and I fell right asleep. When i woke up that morning, the experience was officially over. We thought it was synthetic marijuana, maybe Spice or K2, that had caused it. That was completely believable to me. I didn't have any reason to deny it. I decided to avoid pot for a while and try it again in a better environment at a later date. That date came about a year later. I tried a pot brownie with a friend at our apartment, as an experiment to resolve our theories about that first trip. It was worse than we expected. It started off with the physical sensations again. No flashback to my childhood this time, just uncomfortable feelings. Then muscle lag, as though the motions I told my body to do were delayed by a second. It was when I tried to accustom myself to this lag that I remembered the first trip again. Then the panic. Then I was back to square one. I immediately asked for my friend to call 911. I tried to remain calm, but was confident I didn't have much time. It was like I was losing control of my own body, watching myself make one terrible reaction after another through a window in my mind. I apparently spoke incoherently and rambled about memories of things in my past that never actually happened. I don't remember these thoughts myself. The next thing I remember is being convinced that I have to get away. That I'll lose control and hurt someone if I don't. My answer to that wasn't to run outside this time. Not quite. I ran out the window instead. The window that doesn't open. This is a 3rd story apartment. I remember the lead-up to it. I remember the leap. I can imagine the glass shattering. I don't remember the fall. I came to lying on the ground outside, an ambulance on the street with medics coming to get me in. The ambulance trip was still deja vu filled. As was the hospital journey. I was so paranoid that I thought the doctors were going to kill me. Every face was familiar, every voice was unsettling. I resisted sedation that time, but to no avail (fortunately). I next woke in a quiet hospital room with a severe inability to move. I had broken a few things. The phemeral neck of my left hip was completed snapped, and I had broken my left wrist. Glass had cut open my arm and severed seven tendons, as well as an artery. I had a neck brace on, and a bad bruise over my eye. I don't know what it was, but I felt fine mentally. I accepted that marijuana, and drugs in general, we're not for me, and decided to stay away from them from then on. It would be a while, but I'd recover physically. It seemed as though I'd never have those feelings again. A week later I was released from the hospital. I was wrong. The evening I left, I experienced a panic attack. Or maybe it was a deja vu attack. I honestly don't remember. I was brought back to the hospital in fear, and the only thing the hospital elected to do was sit me in a dark room on a hard bed with security watching over me for the night. I didn't sleep at all, and my panic was there the entire time. When we were admitted out of the hospital the following morning I was exhausted. Barely any sleep for a week had left me dazed. I didn't know what to think of these attacks. Now they were happening without the marijuana. I didn't understand. I still don't understand. I had more attacks in the two months afterwards. They follow the same structure as everyone else on this forum. I have deja vu, feel chilled, then flush, then panicked. I feel like I remembered something then forgot it again. When they happen, I shake and tremble. I feel like it's all happening again, and that there's some kind of sense to it. Some sick logic that isn't possible. I feel like it won't get better until I remember, but when I remember it only gets worse. These attacks have left me stressed, anxious, fearful, paranoid, and depressed ever since I left the hospital. Almost a month ago I started getting auditory deja vu, and it has yet to go away. It's always there. It fades in and out in intensity, but it's never gone completely. I've been watching my diet and have found that sugar and carbs seem to make it worse. I get stronger deja vu and sometimes even deja vu attacks after eating sugary foods, so I avoid them now. I've been balancing my body with various vitamins and supplements, but they don't seem to be helping. I practice relaxation techniques often, but I can't utilize them during an attack. I'm so fixated during the attacks that nothing else matters. I've struggled to explain it to anyone else until I found this forum. My thoughts were always so scrambled that I couldn't convey it when it was happening, and couldn't remember it when it wasn't. I have symptoms of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Post Concussive Disorder, and most primarily Temporal Lobe Epilepsy. I'm scheduled to see a neurologist in a few weeks, but I'm afraid that, like so many others, they'll just tell me there doesn't seem to be anything wrong. I'm confident that it's the epilepsy that's causing these specific sensations for all of us, though how we developed it is different for all of us. A cure doesn't seem to exist, and medication seems to be temporary. I just want to know what it is, I want there to be a reason for it that isn't what my irrational fears make it up to be. I really do wish a doctor would show up on this forum. Anyway, that's my story. Maybe someone out there can get some peace of mind from it. If it was more stressful than it was worth, I apologize.
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I am on the same boat as you, I have been battling anxiety and panic attacks since I was about 14, so almost 10 years! Sometimes I think it would be best to just give up and die but I know its not the correct answer. It has been almost a month since my last panic attack and I used to have them almost every day!
There are a few exercises you can use to help control the panic and anxiety, they have helped out tremendously for me. They do not cure you by any means but it does help.
its a good read :) hope I was helpful and remember that you are not alone.
Sometimes I feel dizzy and light headed I have to find something to hold on to or else.I fall
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After studying spiritualities and psychology for many decades, I have come to consider the possibility that the collective "we" is simply waking up to the reality that life is lived in many dimensions at the same time.
For a long time I was frightened because my viewpoint of reality was shaken. However, who really knows what how the universe works.
I am, as one other person explained, relaxing into it. I believe we are simply "waking up". Fear is the only thing I have to fear.
Fear can and will create physical symptoms to accompany the DejaVu.
However, all that being said, I did have one doctor say it was temporal lobe epilepsy. However, others disagree because the symptoms of not qualify. I have complete and total awareness and recall during and after. My conclusion is that for me, and this is just for me, I am experiencing a spiritual awareness most do not get to experience.
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