I voted yes but really it's that I used to get one. I don't know that I've had a real one in years. I still remember how awful they were, though. I used to just... like be scared to the core of my being, and start shaking uncontrollably, and think I was dying, or something worse than dying even. I don't know what changed, although maybe my PTSD got less intense and that did it, and I've also gotten more comfortable with life (and the idea of death doesn't scare me anymore, so thinking I'm going to die wouldn't have the same effect of terrifying me -- the few times I've been truly close to death from medical issues, I've been surprisingly calm about the possibility, and even the thought of loose ends I couldn't tie up just felt like "oh well I won't care if I'm dead"). Also I've lost some of my phobias, or at least lessened them, and that means like with emetophobia I'm not constantly afraid I might vomit somewhere anymore. I am really glad that I no longer get panic attacks because they're just... really bad. I hope I never have another one again.
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