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I know they claim it'll be "within a few weeks," but—let's be honest—how long does that actually turn out to be?
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goldenharbor42 said:Hey, imagine!
How are you holding up lately?
I’m dealing with the exact same thing, just without any other underlying issues. I saw a nephrologist and spent some time at an endocrinology clinic, and everything supposedly looks fine. The weird part is, when I'm resting, my potassium levels stay steady, but as soon as I move around or exert myself, my potassium drops every single day, even with Kalinor. I keep upping the dose on my own, mostly because last time I was in the ER my potassium hit 3.0—they actually tried to send me to a psychiatrist!🤣
The endocrinologist ruled out aldosterone being the culprit for my mental state; everything there came back normal. But looking at my 24-hour urine test, my potassium is low there too, which means my kidneys aren't even flushing it out properly!🤷
Where is the potassium even going???
crimsoncrane41 said:I wanted to share my perspective with those of you dealing with this exact same struggle. I had my first panic attack about three years ago—nothing out of the blue, really, just everything piling up at once (family issues, a breakup, college stress...). I’ve always been an emotional person, and this just hit me hard. I was on Lexapro for a year before my doctors decided I was fine. And for a few months, things were okay, but then the following year without medication became a real battle. There were days when the panic stayed away—those were great—and then there were days where you just sit there crying because you're afraid of everything. Literally everything. Afraid to leave the house, afraid of your own reflection, social settings, solitude... well, you know how it goes. I'm back on Lexapro now because things took a sharp turn for the worse, and even peppermint tea and Passiflora weren't cutting it anymore.🙂However, during this second wave, things felt even darker; even after the panic subsided, these heavy thoughts lingered—questioning why the world exists, why suicide is such a tragedy, whether God is even real... To me, depression feels like hitting rock bottom. Even though I haven't been formally diagnosed with clinical depression, panic disorder feels much the same. It's the absolute bottom. In my eyes, being stuck in that hole is no different from being an addict or a criminal. That’s why I’ve decided to fight!! Yes, I am on medication, and who knows how long I'll remain , but I've started buying books on positive thinking. I'm realizing that all of this starts in the mind. Life is wonderful; life is a gift, and if God gave it to me, it isn't right to take it lightly. I don't have the answers to many questions, but I'm only 24—I want a family, a career I actually love, I want to make the people around me happy, to leave a mark on their lives... I want to live. Isn't panic, then, such a small, insignificant thing? People go through chemotherapy, vomiting every day, losing limbs, having nothing to eat... meanwhile, I have panic, which depends entirely on me—on my mindset and my effort.Even though it feels to all of us like we've tried everything and can't move forward without pills, it is possible!!! It really is. If it wasn't, our doctors wouldn't be lying to us.We all know how blunt they can be; they'd tell us straight to our faces! So, I want to wish everyone the strength to live, to try, to stay positive, and to conquer this little piece of shit called fear!!! If others could do it, so can we. Maybe not overnight, but it will happen. It will happen... cheers to everyone.