Mine do. Literally leave me out the game for 7 days, the first time it happened I phoned an ambulance on myself convinced I was having a heart attack.. it starts off with a weird sensation almost like an explosion in the back of my head then the palpitations begin, then I can’t stop gagging/ being sick, I can’t eat for 7 days, I can barely move, I can’t even enjoy a single cig and I survive solely off water for that week. I lost 8 stone in about a year. Still have a horrible relationship with food, I have an eating disorder because of it as I’ve never found my trigger - could be laying in bed watching my favourite tv show. I figured well I do t know what my trigger is, all I know is when I have an attack I’m uncontrollably sick so if I haven’t eaten or I’ve eaten very little and attack happens then it won’t be so bad because my stomach is empty. I went to the doctors numerous times and just felt they were fobbing me off or that they thought I was a hypochondriac so I stopped reaching out for help. It’s got to a point where I can’t help myself. I’m dizzy all the time, I’m tired all the time, I rarely leave the house in fear of an attack. I had a friend who was getting Valium for her anxiety and she gave me some, for the first time in years I felt “normal” I could go out with my mates, I could even drink a little alcohol (first attack happened after I’d been drinking so by association my brains been like “no you can’t drink that”) I could go out and do stuff with my son with no worries in my head. I realised I just wanted my life back. So I reached out again and I left my general surgery in tears, I got brave enough again to ask for help, to say how much my panic attacks were affecting me, to speak up about my eating disorder that I wasn’t coping not being able to do anything, constantly feeling like I’m about to have an attack, Im overwhelmed all the time and I believed valium which a friend had given me a box of was helping me become the best me, I wasn’t abusing it, I was taking one little pill as and when required. You know he said?.. “I think we should up your anxiety medication dosage, that’s not the right course of action” a doctor thst has never seen me before, probably didn’t even look at my records, just took one look at me, seen my makeup was perfectly done, seen I was dressed nice and either thought I wanted to abuse it or that I didn’t need it, never mentioned anything about my eating disorder or my continuing, disabling panic attacks, just basically told me no I’m not going to help you. I burst into tears and haven’t been back since. This was last July or something. Everything’s still the same and I don’t think it’s possible for me to lose any more weight without skin removal surgery (which also severely affects my anxiety and panic), I’m already down to an 8 from a 20. My point is, that even when you do find the courage to reach out, you don’t always get the help you so desperately need. It puts you off going again.