I know the feeling. In my case, I was misdiagnosed with just PTSD. Turned out I had PTSD and a separate anxiety disorder that needed to be managed as its own illness. PTSD symptoms include anxiety, but like I said in my personal experience I was misdiagnosed with anxiety as part of PTSD. When I was diagnosed and treated for anxiety as a separate disorder with a different, more full range, of symptoms, then things got better.

Hope this helps.

I used to get those all the time. I only get mini versions now and not so often. I remember well the sudden chill, body tingles. My vision would start to go dark and my legs couldn't hold me. It would pass , usually in less than 5 minutes but having several a day was exhausting.

Sending you lots of peace, safety and warm wishes.

We'll just call it a PTSD boil....it will take longer to come to a head. Then see how far it reaches with those tentacles... Some can come from some pretty deep depths, before emerging.

treat yourself with some self love. Where is that big ole comfy couch? find it put your feet up and inane TV on.

The start of the semester may be the reason? Computer"what can go wrong today" -itis.

Or just...My god, I may be solving this...then what am I to do? You've come along way baby...

Hugs Jewell.

Ive had three nervous breakdowns since 2011 they are absolutely TERRIBLE and my anxiety went through the roof starting back in July. Risperdol has helped it some but I still have some agoraphobia. All of this is to the point where I can barely pay attention to others, so I have had to quit some jobs before I got to being as stable as I am now (barely) Mine is from being paranoid about running into people I no longer want to see again.

I have trigger episodes daily. A thought, emotion, an act will suddenly release a flood of discomfort. Today for instance, I was watching TV when I started thinking about my adoption. Mom had recently been killed and my 6 yr old sister and I were taken in by an Aunt and Uncle. We both were scared, devastated, lost and in need of love and protection. The day of the burial we all went to the Cemetery to pay our respects. As mom's casket was lowered into the ground my sister and I started to bawl. We were ushered into the car and told "Shut up that crying or I will give you something to cry about!!! She is dead and gone and crying isn't going to bring her back! Now I don't want to hear another sound out of either of you!" It wasn't long before my sister started bed wetting and getting beat for it. Both of us were made to do chores around the house and if they weren't done quickly and correctly we were beaten for it and made to do it again until we got it right.
So today I started looking at the little boy that was once me. So alone, so wanting to be loved and accepted, to be protected. The questions began to come rapidly, "what was wrong with me? Why can't you love me? Why can't you see my pain?" I found myself starting to get angry as the pain welled up within. I needed to talk with someone but my wife can't relate. She can't understand. Then my daughter said something and I snapped out it. I realized that here was one who loved me. One who needed me. I can't change the past or those responsible for how I feel. I can change how I react to the memories. I can refuse to dwell upon them. So every time one pops up, I simply refuse to allow it to take root in my mind. I focus on something else. I will not be a victim.
There are many things that can trigger me. A smell, a word, a thought. Perhaps something on TV. I learn to recognize my triggers. I cut them off before they take control. It has kept me sane.

Another yes, but sometimes it is not about me. I am only managing my personal norms through anxiety gridlock. Anxiety is also contagious. In academia you have thousands of people starting a new endeavor at the same starting gate at the same time. Mass contagion on high!

I remain convinced that academic conditioning injects our entire culture with anxiety four times a year. Beginning and end of traditional semesters. And we're off. New semester is in high speed swing. Onward through the rush.

I acll these my thunderstorm days. No idea why the storm hit, but it's hunker down, cry in the rain, and let it roll past. I find that usually I can figure out something that either triggered it or that I mis-read----like Lily Potter said, there's physical stuff that I have that can mimic the same anxiety type tension etc.... May take a day or two.

I have complex PTSD with chronic pain, and general anxiety, so it's also about meds for me. They've recently finished a med switchover so now I'm adjusting to the latest "new normal". (Oh joy.)

Yes, I have those days...

I am at a point wherein I am begining to understand from where they are coming...

The most difficult things for me to accept are my actions when I am triggered... Sometimes, when I look back, I feel rather embarrassed...

I must consistently remind myself to be kind and patient with myself... That is not always easy to do, but it definitely makes a difference in my healing process...