Good evening, guys! Just a little something I'd like to share/get off my chest, and maybe hear from some other people that have felt what I have recently been through. Well, here's the story: First off, I've always been a very calm person. I never experienced any unusual anxiety and never had a panic attack in my life. I have never had any health problems or complications. I'm 23 years old and have always had a clean bill of health, thank god. It all started when I was supposed to be moving from New York to Florida. Basically, my main income is from providing SEO for clients, but I felt like I needed to make more money so I always kept an ear out for any type of office job that would allow me stay on top of my SEO work + earn an additional salary. This looked like it was going to happen when my best friend told me that New York was not working out for him and that he had to move to Florida to work with his brother that had a business down there. We always spoke about how many opportunity there is in Florida for us to make money and that I should consider moving there too. I go to Florida a few times a year to get away from the cold weather and I usually stay with him or my cousin, and I always loved it, so moving there didn't sound bad at all. About a week before my best friend was supposed to leave for Florida, he called me all excited and asked if I would want to drive down there with him, and that it would be really fun to road trip down there together since he needed his car there anyway (since he was moving permanently). I thought it would be really fun so I said yes. We left New York at around 8 PM and drove through the night. The sun came up and about 15 hours in, we were starting to feel like shit because we made the mistake of not sleeping for at least a few hours, but every time we tried to pull over at a rest station and sleep, it didn't work and we just couldn't fall asleep. We've had about 2 esspressos, 2 cups of coffee and a few energy drinks each at this point. I kept having to stop to go to the bathroom, and then it happened... I started to feel a bit sick, so I stopped at a gas station to use the bathroom and tried to puke, but I couldn't, and then my heart started racing. I was having a full blown panic attack and didn't know why. I never felt so bad in my life. I was pacing back and fourth for 2 full hours before he calmed me down enough to get back into the car and lay back in the seat while he drove. I started to calm down, but still felt sick and nauseous. I guess I was not built for a commute like this, and this resulted in my first panic attack. He drove the rest of the way, and we finally got there. I slept a full night and felt a bit better the next day, but not completely. It took me a few days to start feeling normal again, but I did feel normal again. I stayed in Florida for about 2 weeks and then flew back with my cousin. I was back in NY, and I was feeling alright (except for some girlfriend problems). A week later my friend (the one that moved) called me up and told me that I should come back and start looking for apartments because he wanted me to work with him and he offered me a job managine SEO and marketing for his new online electronics store. It seemed like a pretty good deal to me, I mean I could go to Florida and stay with him until I find a place, and Ill even be earning a whole nother salary on top of my SEO earnings which were pretty good as is. I booked a plane ticket for a week after he called and told me to come down. The morning of my flight was the first time I experienced real anxiety to the point where I was actually shakey on my way to the airport, but it went away once I got to the airport but I still didn't feel as optimistic as I usually do. One the plane I felt some mild anxiety because I kept thinking about if this is the right decision, to leave NY and everything and everyone I know. Once we landed I started feeling a lot better. Florida was fun, as usual. We went to the beach, pool, bars, casinos, etc. It was beach weather there while back in NY they were shoveling snow, so it felt pretty good. Until one day... Me, my buddy and his brother took a ride to one of his friends stores because his brother had to talk to him about something. We were all sitting in the car with the windows open and talking to his friend, which was standing right outside the car smoking a cigarette. Then all of a sudden I got extremely light headed, and I have no idea why. We had just eaten a little earlier so I wasn't malnourished or anything. I felt like if I didnt get out of the car and walk around, I would pass out. I got really scared because I never felt shit like this before. I thought I was having a stroke or something. I was always a healthy dude and now I feel as if im going to pass out, so panic started to kick in as I urged my friends to take me to a hospital. I got to the hospital and told them that I was light headed, dizzy and feel like im going to pass out. They took my blood pressure, which turned out to be perfect. They checked my blood sugar, which turned out to be perfect. They even gave me a cat scan, which turned out to be perfect. They found nothing wrong with me, so they just gave me something to calm me down and we went home. This whole ordeal scared me so much that I booked a ticket home for 2 days later. I got back to New York and went to my parents house. I felt fine for about 2 hours, then took a nap, woke up, and my head started to feel weird again as if im going to pass out. I got anxious again so my mom drove me to the emergency room where they gave me an EKG, did blood and urine work and checked my blood pressure again, but everything came out normal. They did the same thing the doctor in Florida did, prescribed me Xanex, but I hate drugs so I didn't take it. The idea of taking these drugs that calm you down and get you all groggy just freaks me out, and I don't want to depend on pills. The next few days I felt like shit. All I could think about is "wtf is wrong with me"? I was praying every day to just feel normal again. Everyone was telling me that this is just stress and anxiety, but I have NOTHING to be stressed or anxious about, so it just didn't make sense to me, and that's what was scaring me the most lol. My job is not that stressful, I must say that I probably undergo way less stress than the average person. Anyway, I did feel anxious and some chest pain that went along with anxiety, but thankfully it subsided a lot. It's been about 2 and a half weeks since I got back to NY and I'm feeling a lot better. I'm not 100% because I still have some trouble sleeping and sometimes I wake up feeling nauseous or feel my heart racing a bit. I am happy to say that I'm feeling better by the day, though. Other than the first panic attack at the gas station and the one in the car, I never get anxious to the point where I shake or show any physical symptoms of being anxious. Nor am I afraid of anything, and I have no problem leaving my house and going anywhere (most people with an anxiety disorder have problems going about their day to day lives, so I don't think I have a disorder), but I do feel light headed every once and a while which is still a mystery. I'm just hoping that this shit blows over and I get fully back to normal again. Sorry for such a big wall of text, but I wanted to get that out, and I also want to know if anyone here ever experienced panic attacks, whether it was one time or even if you get them frequently. I also want to know if anyone here ever suffered some anxiety, whether it was temporary and went away, or if you have GAD (General Anxiety Disorder) and if you can share you story about how it started and hopefully ended.