I still remember one of my rides in subway 4 back in New York City. Little did I know I was about to experience my first anxiety and panic attack. I used to go up to a community center in Harlem. Back in 2001 I already had been experiencing strange sensations that I thought they had to do with stress. I began having these feeling of "getting outside my body" and fear taking over my emotions. But it was rare and I thought everybody must have experienced that.

However, that particular morning I had a long ride to reach 125th st. My heart started pounding for no reason at all, and a sense of numbness propagated through my left arm. You know, like little ants crawling up my arm. I was standing up holding to the handrail and trying to breathe deeply. I really thought that I needed more air since the car was packed. But my hands became sweaty and the need for deep breathing increased. Then I started to hyperventilate.

My mind began to wonder. People kept getting in and out. I remained alert. Even though I thought I was gonna faint, I had this sensation of total control. However, the struggle of me vs. my mind began. It was a real battle, and realized I was beginning to experience terror! I was so afraid, but didn't know a logical reason for that fear. I've had never suffered from claustrophobia. The first thing I thought was about my sudden death. I began to picture how I passed away in the train and my son attending my funeral.

Fear of dying. I was terrified I was gonna die! But why? A heart attack? I was healthy. I was only 27. I ate right, I exercised, my blood tests had come out almost perfect 2 years ago...

I didn't make it to the 125th. St. stop. I got out dizzy and reached to the immediate help desk and requested an ambulance. I didn't even had insurance back then, but had no choice. I was rushed to the ER., and several tests were run on me. I mean... the works! And everything was perfect. My blood pressure, my EKG, and a bunch of other tests.

The doctor came in and said that I was in perfect health, that he needed the bed and that I should go straight to the cashier on my own two feet (I kind of felt being labeled as "crazy"). I was billed later for what I thought was a stunt by a hidden personality of myself I didn't know.

That was my first panic attack. I didn't know the term yet. And I began to live what it would be the worst disease known to man. Imagine going through the experience of dying every single week. I has no access to a psychiatrist back then, so I HAD to go through it without medication. I actually didn't know that medication would make it worst.

So, I faced my life day by day. I began to show depression symptoms, and lost my fiancé, my friends (or at least I thought they were), and my job. My panic disorder pushed me to the edge. I served as guinea pig in a Hospital for the experimentation of a new drug. It was free. It didn't pass three weeks until I felt far worse.

My anxiety and panic attacks ended three years ago. I'm 32 now, and I survived literally for 4 years. I recovered successfully by doing a simple thing. A thing we all do every day, but we do it wrong.

You can find the answer to my cure at my blog: http://www.eatawaypanicattacks.com

No medicine will cure you. No cognitive therapy will either. The shrinks and pharmaceutical companies know that. They only want to keep getting richer by keeping the herd doped up. I will be sharing with you my recovery process for my anxiety and panic attacks, and along the way I will be making a few recommendations of the programs (yes, you will need two or three, the rest are garbage) that will help you get rid off panic disorder for good.