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Learning Lessons from Lydia

Long prone to panic attacks, an Ohio woman used prayer, positive thinking and a rambunctious new puppy to calm her fears.

By Patty Huntsman, Springfield, Ohio

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The teacher stood at the head of the class and took attendance. I surveyed the room nervously. It felt like my first day of school all over again. New faces. New lessons to learn. But I wasn’t the student, my six-month-old retriever mix, Lydia, was. And this was puppy school.

My husband, Jeff, and I adopted Lydia when she was nine weeks old. She was smart, playful and sweet—she even knew a few commands. But lately she’d been acting up. Okay...she was on the verge of being totally out of control.

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High-spirited. Mischievous. She ate almost anything in her path: mulch, grass, small rocks and sticks (her favorite). I practically had the vet on speed dial. The more she got into, the more I wondered what we’d gotten ourselves into. I tried to keep a sense of humor about it but even that was wearing thin.

I gripped Lydia’s leash. Would this class really be okay? Would I?

Growing up, Mom and Dad nicknamed me the “worry wart.” Sometimes I was a happy-go-lucky kid. Other times I got caught up in pretty big fears—getting sick, dying, something terrible happening to my family.

Faith was big in our house, so I turned to God to help me calm down and visualized happy things to squeeze out my scary thoughts. Sometimes, though, I’d go into full-blown panic mode: struggling for breath, breaking into a sweat, feeling paralyzed with fear. It was terrifying!

“Try to relax, Patty,” my parents said. “You’ll grow out of this.”

I didn’t. As I grew, my anxiety did too. Once, in my early twenties, a blizzard was headed for my town. What if I’m stuck in the house for days? What if I go bonkers? Panic welled up in me.

I went through my craft stash and pulled out supplies to make a miniature Amish quilt, hoping that working on it would stave off my worries. And it did! I was so proud of that quilt I hung it on my wall as a reminder that I could turn my fears into something wonderful. That didn’t always work, though.

A few years later I hurt my back while I was working out. What if this never heals? Even when my back felt better I worried I’d hurt myself again. I always seemed to be in “what if” mode.

One day I went to the library and looked up my symptoms in a medical book. “Panic attack: a period of intense fear with abrupt onset. Symptoms include trembling, shortness of breath and choking sensations.” Yup, that was me!

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Yet knowing what they were didn’t stop them from happening, and worrying about an attack was almost as bad as having one. I was having panic attacks about my panic attacks!

Despite those attacks, by the time I met Jeff, the man of my dreams, I’d accomplished a lot. I was optimistic about life and financially secure. I’d even gotten my pilot’s license.

Then, I lost my job. My back started aching again. Those “what if” feelings drifted back and I took to projecting the worst possible outcome when it came to whatever I was anxious about. Like when we moved from the city to our beautiful country house. I was so excited! We’d budgeted to live on one income since I was out of work.

Still, I hoped to find a job. Months passed. Nothing.

“Don’t worry, honey. We’ll be fine. We’re careful with our spending,” Jeff said.

Deep down I knew that was true, but having too much time on my hands wasn’t a good thing. My worries spun out of control. Our first winter in the country was brutal. I was terrified I’d slip on ice and break something.

Then I got hit with the flu. One night my fingers tingled and my vision blurred. I shook uncontrollably and could hardly catch my breath. My heart hammered in my chest. Oh, God! A heart attack! “Jeff, call 911!”

The second I saw the ambulance, I stopped shaking—as if a light switch had been flipped. “You have a fever,” the medic said. “But the rest of your symptoms sound like a classic panic attack.”

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Talk about embarrassed. I finally made an appointment with my doctor. He gave me anti-anxiety medication to take when I felt an attack coming on.

One day Jeff sat me down.