#panic attacks treatment

[anyawellbeing-creativetherapy]

"Childhood Trauma Signs."

Traumatic experiences can initiate strong emotions and physical reactions that can persist long after the event. Children may feel terror, helplessness, or fear, as well as physiological reactions such as heart pounding, vomiting, or loss of bowel or bladder control. You might have difficulties trusting, low self-esteem, fears of being judged, constant attempts to please, outbursts of frustration, or social anxiety symptoms that won't let up. Can childhood trauma be healed? Being mentally healthy during childhood means reaching developmental and emotional milestones and learning healthy social skills and how to cope when there are problems. Mentally healthy children have a positive quality of life and can function well at home, in school, and in their communities. Things that can help keep children and young people mentally well include: being in good physical health, eating a balanced diet and getting regular exercise, having time and freedom to play, indoors and outdoors, being part of a family that gets along well most of the time. Anya Wellbeing is a Creative Therapy Centre that promotes the Expressive Arts for Mental Health and Alternative Methods for Holistic Wellness by using a variety of research-based treatment methods and hope to bring the joy of creativity in healing.

#how to improve emotional well being #anxiety and depression treatment #expressive arts therapy #mental health awareness in india #anxiety management #how to control your anxiety #childhood trauma #childhood trauma signs #post traumatic stress disorder symptoms #post traumatic stress disorder treatment #panic attacks treatment #panic attacks cure #panic attacks remedies #trauma treatment #music therapy in depression

[solhwellness]

How To Identify Panic Attacks: Understanding Your Body Signs | Solh Wellness

A panic attack is a sudden, intense feeling of fear accompanied by physical symptoms including a racing heart, shortness of breath, and dizziness. They can be extremely terrifying, and it might be difficult to understand what is going on.

You can take a few steps to distinguish a panic attack if you believe you might be having one:

Keep an eye out for any physical problems. What sensations do you sense in your body? Do you have any physical symptoms like a racing heart, fatigue, or shortness of breath?

Consider your feelings and thoughts. What thoughts and sensations do you have? Are you experiencing fear, anxiety, or unreasonable feelings?

Think about the situation: When you experience these symptoms, where are you? Are you experiencing any tension or anxiety as a result of the situation?

People all throughout the world may experience painful and upsetting effects from panic attacks. They involve worry or anxiety in addition to a multitude of physical and mental symptoms. It's essential to recognise the warning signals of a panic attack in order to receive the right care and develop efficient coping mechanisms.

The following are some examples of typical physical symptoms of a panic attack:

Rapid Heartbeat and Chest Discomfort: Palpitations, commonly known as a racing or hammering heart, and chest pain are indications of a panic attack. This may be accompanied with tightness in the chest or pain that resembles heart attack symptoms.

Shortness of Breath: Breathing difficulties, lightheadedness, or a sense of suffocation can come from quick and shallow breathing, which can also exacerbate these symptoms.

Sweating, Trembling, and Shaking: Physical signs of panic attacks include shaking, trembling, and sweating. Your hands may start to get cold or your entire body may begin to shake erratically.

Feeling Detached or Unreal: Feeling Cut Off from Reality or Unreal: Many people who experience panic attacks describe feeling disconnected from reality or having an unreal feeling. This sensation is sometimes compared to being out of your body or experiencing a surreal encounter. It may exacerbate the crisis's worry and perplexity.

Nausea, Upset Stomach, or Digestive Issues: a stomachache, nausea, or other digestive issues: Nausea, an upset stomach, or other digestive issues are also frequent during panic episodes. You could experience stomach pain, nausea, or both.

Tingling Sensations or Numbness: feeling tingly or numb experiencing numbness or tingling Some individuals might feel tingling or numbness in their hands, feet, or toes.

Overwhelming Feeling of Fear of Loss of Control: People who suffer from panic attacks frequently have a profound dread of losing control or going insane. You might be concerned that you'll make a mistake, that you'll melt down in front of everyone, or that you won't be able to control it. These worries could exacerbate the general distress and anxiety felt during an attack.

It's crucial to maintain your composure and try to breathe slowly and deeply if you encounter any of these symptoms. By counting backwards from one hundred or repeating a mantra, you might also try to focus on anything else. It's crucial to get medical help from a doctor or mental health expert if you notice these symptoms in someone else or yourself. Never forget that those who suffer from panic attacks can greatly enhance their quality of life with the right treatment and early intervention.

At Solh Wellness, we give you access to a variety of self-help resources as well as trained specialists that can help you deal with and manage panic attacks. You may find a number of resources and professional advice to help you improve your mental health on our website. We are committed to giving you the tools and professional support you need to effectively manage panic attacks since we are aware of the difficulties they bring.

#panic attacks #identify panic attacks #panic attacks symptoms #panic attacks physical signs #panic attacks signs #panic attacks treatment

[anyawellbeingg]

What are key signs of childhood trauma?

That walking away is the best thing you can do for yourself. It might be the most difficult thing you do because you still hold love for them in your heart.

But it’s not worth it, to re-experience your trauma. It’s not worth it to prove your worth to someone, who just doesn’t have the eye for it. It’s not worth it to spend your love after someone who isn’t supportive of your healing journey.

Sometimes, being alone is the best gift you can give yourself. You might be afraid. Hell, I know I was! But I’m so grateful for the gift of music that keeps me alive today ♥️

For more info:

#post traumatic stress disorder treatment #panic attacks treatment #panic attacks cure #panic attacks remedies #treatment #music therapy in depression

[whumpacabra]

19. At Anchor

Field medicine, medical treatment, implied nonconsensual drugging, implied past panic attack, bruising, needle use [IV], past trauma, referenced difficulty breathing, referenced starvation, referenced murder

AU Masterpost / Previous / Next

“That gonna happen again?”

Harrison looked up at Thomas’ question, dread sinking in his gut as the Wolf’s sobs softened and the anesthesia pulled him under. He shrugged, pulling the shock blanket around his shoulders tighter.

“It happens all the time, Tom.” Dan, for the blooming purple bruise along his jaw and throat, seemed chipper despite the disruption. With the Wolf’s bleeding stemmed and the threat of death put off by a fresh blood bag, the medic was far less intense. “Why don’t you help Mer get him into the house - she can finish cleaning him up. Might be more comfortable under, uh, a woman’s touch.”

Thomas hesitated - he had been outside on the radio for Harrison’s quiet confession. Merrill grabbed the young deputy by the shoulder and began to direct him how to hold the Wolf without aggravating his injuries.

Harrison started to stand to follow, but Dan clamped a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back to the ground.

“No you don’t - you need saline and antibiotics. He’s not going anywhere fast.” Dan’s grip eased as Harrison relaxed, cross legged on the concrete floor. The medic's inspection was brief - antiseptic and wound glue for the gash in Harrison’s hairline, an IV line full of liquids and antibiotics for his chest infection, and -

“How long has it been since you’ve eaten?” The old man’s eyes were shadowed, the question soft. Harrison shrugged, the mild painkillers in the IV easing the aches of his atrophied muscles. “Son, just give me an estimate.”

“A week or so.” He sighed; time in the Box was a fluid and fickle thing to keep track of. “Maybe longer. Not the longest I’ve gone. Had some saltines and water earlier and haven’t hacked it up so far.”

There was something tired in Dan’s eyes as he gestured to Harrison’s bloodstained clothes.

“That from him or you?” Harrison stared at the brown stained burgundy jacket.

“Neither. Wolf - Wolf took care of it. He - he’s dead now. He’s dead.”

“He the one that hurt you boys?”

“One of them. The worst of them.”

“I need you to be honest with me son: are there angry folk looking for you and your friend?”

“Oh, hell yeah.” Harrison nearly choked on the laugh in his throat. “They were pissed even before we - oh my god -” He shuddered, hands tangling in his matted hair to ground himself. “Oh my god they’re going to kill us.”

“Not if we have any say in it.” The deputy spoke with the weight of an older man as he couched next to Harrison’s shivering form. “I don’t know you boys or what you’ve done, but what’s been done to you ain’t right. Whoever hurt you isn’t gonna come within spitting distance without catching a .45 in their gut, I swear to you.”

Harrison swallowed back his bitter words. For Merrill and Thomas' reassurances, it only made the terror in his gut fester. What could the deputy of a one horse town do against helos and turret mounted humvees and whatever else those fuckers would use to scrub out any evidence of their dirty work? What would they do to anyone who stood in their way?

“Okay.” Was all he could settle to say in reply. Thomas’ smile was tight as he nodded to Dan.

“Mind if I ask him some questions?”

“So long as he pipes up if that concussion of his starts getting to him.” Dan had started stripping off his bloodied apron and gloves, tossing them into the puddles of blood on the tarp. “But you, son, best get some rest afterward and let the meds do their work. Fuckin’ miracle either of you are alive let alone up and walking.”

“Yessir.” Harrison nodded, a flash of nostalgia for Merrick’s foul mouthed debriefs. The tangled dog tags in his pockets burned.

“Alrighty then - start small.” Deputy Thomas had a yellow note pad and pencil in hand.

“Who the fuck are you Harrison?”

AU Masterpost / Previous / Next

(An AU of my Freelancers series)

#whump #field medicine #medical treatment #nonconsensual drugging #panic attacks #bruising #needle use #past trauma #difficulty breathing #starvation #murder #freelancers au #I’ll link the prev and Masterpost later #oops I was supposed to get up early and drive home and I slept thru all my alarms #my sleep schedule is WHACK lately yall guess lmao #also lol lil call back (forward?) to how harrison opened his interrogation of David in canon

[quietly-by-myself]

A Wicked Work of Art - Prologue

I don't know if I'll continue this but here's my medical whump brain rot. You have @demondamage and @sparrowsage to thank. Also brought to you by: roleplays I had online when I was 14.

Constantine and Vasiliki are mages born of the light arts. The subject is a mage born of the dark arts. Vasiliki will warm up with time, if I continue this. The subject is being prepared to be sold or kept by the handlers for training other mages born of the dark arts for sale.

CW: fantasy racism, test subject whumpee, experiment whumpee, medical whump, doctor carewhumper, dehumanization, fantasy setting, trans whumpee (ftm), sick whumpee, dubcon medical treatment, medical restraints, panic attack, death wish, begging, dubcon sedation

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“There’s something dark about him.”

Vasiliki looked up from the subject standing before him and right at Constantine. “Something dark?”

Constantine nodded, motioning to the eyes of the subject. The subject himself had dark, almost mulch colored hair that was in mats. His eyes were striking, yes, hazel, but Vasiliki couldn’t see anything special about them. 

“Do you not see the ring?”

Now that Vasiliki looked harder, he did notice it - a silver ring around the hazel, as dark as his pupils. 

“He invited evil. Do not feel bad for him.”

Vasiliki looked up at Constantine with surprise. “Don’t feel bad for him? Would I really be here if I believed these creatures were the same as us?”

Constantine laughed a little. “No, you wouldn’t. However, you’ll see what I mean soon enough.”

Vasiliki looked at Constantine hesitantly. “What… exactly did you do to him over there?”

“Nothing important,” Constantine said dismissively. “We did what we were ordered to do on him and trained him properly. Now, it’s your turn to patch him up so we can move onto the next step, whatever that is.”

Vasiliki nodded. He lifted the chin of the subject, looking at the bruises on his neck. The skin of the subject was very warm to the touch. “Well, then, he’s in my hands. I’ll make the determination of if I want to keep him for my work or not.”

Constantine nodded. “Of course, Vasiliki. You’re the best we have.”

Vasiliki was not one for modesty. He just nodded gracefully. He took the leash of the subject as Constantine left the room. Vasiliki needed to get the subject to a bed quickly. The subject’s labored breathing, the way that he winced, forcing himself to stand wasn’t lost on Vasiliki. His doctor instincts had kicked in, no matter how much he despised the subject’s kind.

It wasn’t even twenty steps before the subject collapsed, thrown into a coughing fit by whatever he was fighting off.

Vasiliki looked at the curled up figure on the floor, the pained way that he coughed. Vasiliki took a small pager out of his pocket and dialed for someone to bring a bed to him. It wasn’t the first time he’d treated a subject that was so severely wounded. Sickness was another thing entirely. Luckily, Vasiliki couldn’t catch their illnesses.

Once the bed arrived on wheels, Vasiliki quickly lifted the feather-light form of the subject from the floor and placed him onto the bed. Vasiliki waved the nurse off. He didn’t want what he was about to ask to be on the books.

He wheeled the bed down the hall, down to the special ward where the subjects were treated and into a private room, as all subjects had. Vasiliki, for a moment, considered the soft restraints on the edge of the bed. The subject wasn’t fighting, but it could all be a trick. Vasiliki was no fool.

Vasiliki took the leash off of the subject’s collar, then strapped his hands and feet into the restraints. No resistance. Interesting.

“What’s your name, subject?”

“My designation is 7634.” The subject’s voice was robotic. From the scratchiness of his throat, Vasiliki could tell that he was struggling to breathe.

“Not your designation.” Vasiliki leaned over the subject. “Your name.”

The subject hesitated. Normally, Vasiliki might’ve hit the subject, but that wouldn’t get him anywhere with someone so sick.

He moved to the oxygen tank near where he’d set up the bed. While the subject chewed on the idea of spitting out his name, Vasiliki worked to put a cannula in his nose, an IV in his arm with Lactated Ringer’s, and electrodes to his chest.

As Vasiliki moved aside the subject’s gown, he noticed the scars on his chest.

“You weren’t born a man?”

The subject was quick to answer. “No, I wasn’t.”

Vasiliki hummed. “I assume they gave you the appropriate treatment at the other place?”

“Yes, sir.”

Vasiliki continued his work on the subject’s electrodes. Soon enough, the machine was beeping away. Vasiliki took a sticky tape and attached the finger stick to the subject’s right pointer. 

His oxygen was 85%. 

Vasiliki was glad he put the subject on oxygen right away. He’d likely need antibiotics or testing to see if it was viral.

“Now, I asked you a question. What’s your name?” Vasiliki was running out of patience for the subject. He needed the subject to know that it was different with him.

The subject immediately began to pull at the restraints. Vasiliki cocked an eyebrow as panic filled the subject. The rings in the subject’s eyes grew larger. He was coughing and hyperventilating and more than anything, looking absolutely petrified.

“Listen, subject,” Vasiliki tilted the subject’s head so that he met Vasiliki’s eyes. “I want to make one thing clear. I’m different from them. I don’t see you as human, no, but I do not intend to hurt you like they did. Now, take a few breaths. Whatever is inside of you wants to come out.”

“Just kill me. You’ve done enough to me. I don’t want to live anymore.”

The subject was in tears. Vasiliki couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed. Why couldn't the subject see that he had the subject’s best interests in mind? 

“I will do no such thing. I’m a doctor. I heal. I don’t kill.”

That sent the subject sobbing, pulling at the restraints weakly and coughing. “I can’t. I can’t keep going.”

Vasiliki debated sedating the subject. It would make him more comfortable, not to have to suffer with all the anxiety he was clearly going through. Whatever the others had done to him, Vasiliki was sure it had left the subject completely traumatized. More so than usual. Maybe he’d been a fighter. 

Maybe that meant that sedation was what was best for him. 

Vasiliki went over to the cabinet and pulled out a small pill bottle. From the bottle he shook out two pills. Vasiliki poured a glass of water from the sink in the room, then walked back over to the subject.

“Take these. You’re too anxious.”

The subject looked at him, wide-eyed. The subject paused. Not obedient. Most would’ve taken Vasiliki’s gift without hesitation. 

Eventually, the subject opened his mouth. What Vasiliki saw inside was disturbing, even for him. All of the subject’s teeth had been removed. Now, he was certain that they would grow back, but it didn’t mean that he wouldn’t wince at the sight.

Vasiliki placed the pills on the subject’s tongue, then allowed him to drink from the glass. The flinch from the subject wasn’t lost on him.

“I’ll be back soon, subject. By then, have your name ready.”

With that, Vasiliki sighed and left the room, sliding the one-way glass door shut and turning the lights off. The subject would probably be asleep when he came back. However, Vasiliki was fine with that. Sleeping subjects were easier to work with than ones that were awake.

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Tags: @i-can-even-burn-salad @whumpsday @pigeonwhumps @oddsconvert

#fantasy racism #test subject whumpee #experiment whumpee #medical whump #doctor carewhumper #dehumanization #fantasy setting #trans whumpee (ftm) #sick whumpee #dubcon medical treatment #medical restraints #panic attack #death wish #begging #dubcon sedation #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump fic #whump community #intimate whumper #carewhumper

[bumblingbabooshka]

Tuvok, what do your parents tell you?

[Text 1: "Could you explain, Mother?" he asked in as calm a voice as he could muster. "I had never contemplated going off-world." Something he'd never seen and couldn't identify flickered in his mother's eyes, and then was gone. "You have been accepted to Starfleet Academy, on Terra," she said quietly. Tuvok pressed his fingers as hard as he could against the solidity of the marble; it held. There was stability in the universe. In his belly, the fish darted this way and that, careening into each other, colliding with his stomach wall. A faint taste of bile rose in his throat. "I have no need of science. The Disciplines will cleanse my mind. I am well on the way to achieving mastery of my volatile elements and believe I should be allowed to continue on my present course." "The decision has been made, Tuvok." Something hot and unpleasant burned in him. He realized the tiny fish had disappeared from his stomach, only to be replaced by a scalding ember. He drew a breath as though in physical pain, and felt his heart hammering against his ribs. Desperately, he repeated a prayer in his mind, striving for control. Heya...heya...heya... The image of Seleya, the sacred mountain, cooled his mind and his breathing became more regular.]

[Text 2: "I do not know...what you mean," he said with effort. She sighed. He discerned then that she was extremely uncomfortable, and this realization struck at him like an asp. He felt unaccountably fearful. "Thee hast lapsed into the Pon farr," she continued, using the formal mode as a kind of shelter from her embarrassment. "What the ancients called the plak-tow, The blood fever." "I still...do not know what you mean." [...] Confusion swam in his brain, and he worked despeately to quell it. "What is 'it'? What comes every seven years? I don't understand..." [...] She seemed pleased that he could focus on the matter. "Go to thy parents. They will have chosen." This struck him as monumentally odd. His parents - would have chosen a mate for him? When? And why had they never mentioned...]

[Text 3: Later, they were alone, standing apart from each other in a room that had been prepared for them with candles and incense, with wine and fruit. They gazed at one another, Tuvok hearing the beating of his heart in his ears, thundering, insisting, louder and more demanding every second until all he could hear was a roraring that propelled him forward. His last thought before he touched her was What if I don't know what to do? But he soon realized he needn't have worried.] Source: Pathways by Jeri Taylor

#He got the one direction treatment AND the carrie treatment #when you're just a one hundred year old teenage girl v_v (he wasn't 100 at the time but he WAS in his twenties for all of this) #novel experiences #voy #st voyager #Tuvok #Really questioning how Starfleet accepted a person into their organization without that person's knowledge #Tuvok's parents writing his college essay unbeknownst to him: Do you think we should tell him about the pon farr?? (No.) #Tuvok pacing around having a panic attack and then a thought bubble appears in his head with Seleya Mountain.jpg contained within #and he sighs - content. Rotating Mount Seleya in his mind. #Tuvok his whole life: I want to be a priest I want to be a priest I want to be a priest #Tuvok after seeing T'Pel: I think I want to settle down and have four kids. #his reaction to seeing T'Pel is amazing I drew a whole comic about it #he's GONE. IMMEDIATELY.

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

I really do think Sean might have tried to find a way to secretly off Mushroom and feed her to Daniel if he hadn't been able to get food for them while they were snowed in at the cabin. like he would have felt guilty as hell about it and it probably would have blown up in his face, but he definitely would've considered or straight up gone for it. like people make jokes about Sean not liking Mushroom when he's such a furry but they forget that boy is always Calculating the food numbers--that dog is a mouth and if there's not enough to go around he'd at least start measuring the cooking pot.

#don't think he wouldn't get the puma treatment in the fallout #but it definitely would have been rough as hell. #alternately daniel complaining about the funny-tasting chicken and worrying about mushroom while sean tries not to have a panic attack #life is strange 2 #sean diaz #daniel diaz #lis verse #monsters talks life is strange

[anyawellbeing-creativetherapy]

"Panic Attacks Remedies."

It is said that when you can't get over it, it's because you're meant to go through it. All emotions are natural part of human experience. But as a result trauma, certain emotions become unmanageable because of the narratives we attach to it. If we feel a difficult emotion, the story we may tell ourselves might be critical, harsh and judgemental of ourselves. These narratives are consitioned within us due to experiences we've had as a child, that could have been traumatic. Get in touch with Aanchal Gehi at Aanya wellbeing, a Qualified and Inclusive Therapist who follows a Humanistic and Client-Focused Approach, and so Anya helps you look beyond your diagnosis who uses a variety of research-based treatment methods and hope to bring the joy of creativity in healing.

#how to improve emotional well being #anxiety and depression treatment #expressive arts therapy #mental health awareness in india #anxiety management #how to control your anxiety #childhood trauma #childhood trauma signs #post traumatic stress disorder symptoms #post traumatic stress disorder treatment #panic attacks treatment #panic attacks cure #panic attacks remedies #trauma treatment #music therapy in depression

[godblooded]

super great when you learn you’ve been trying your best and it just isn’t even remotely good enough.

#ooc. mikkelsen vc: this week on kat valentine's hannibal. #[I am trying to be there for everyone I’m trying to be a good friend but I am also in the process of doing literally everything for my aunt. #I am just trying not to be literally swallowed entirely by my depression. I am trying not to become continuously overwhelmed by spending #more than a collective 10 hours a week in a doctors office. it is almost my fucking birthday and I have tried my best to not think about it #as the worst day. even with the fact that my aunt has a treatment. #I haven’t tutored hs in so long I had two panic attacks three hours beforehand. I’m trying so hard to just….. stay together as a person and #the fact that someone’s upset with me is just…. I’m trying my best???? #I am trying so hard I don’t have the spoons on a good day to even remember to eat half the time/] #negative / #[ not about any of you guys I’m just venting honestly. it’s just. I feel like shit about it but I’m trying so. hard.]

[coffee-bat]

i haven't been having the best time lately

#sorry vent incoming in tags. you dont have to read you really can skip this #/so the day before yesterday i had a major argument with mom. about something incredibly small but she got super mad at me (basically i #suggested she might have made a mistake while cleaning the oven bc when i turned it on i smelled and felt burning chemicals. like- #-teary eyes and sneezing i wasn't imagining it. and she got super mad and started yelling) #for the whole afternoon it was either silent treatment or yelling abt how what i said is 'unforgivable' #and ofc rejecting apologies and attempts to calm the situation down bc 'this isn't something you can just fix with an apology' #i literally just asked if she's sure everything went right with the oven cleaning. bc it was done in a rush. #so anyway at 10pm i HAD to get the situation to a manageable level bc i was starving and she was in the living room (we have an open kitchen #) so if i wanted to get sth to eat i'd have to confront her. so screaming match ensued again with me apologizing and explaining my point - #and her yelling over me. it went on for 40 minutes. finally after me apologizing like 70 times she calmed down but said that 'what i did is- #-unacceaptable and she does not give permission for it to happen again'. i went to sleep without getting anything to eat of course. #and this fucked me up. bc i really thought we were doing better. i really thought our relationship would only get better now esp after we - #-bonded on vacation. but turns out not. and shes still lowkey mad. #THEN yesterday im studying for a zoology exam and mention it on the phone with her #she goes 'who do you have zoology for'. i respond with the name of the teacher. confused. #'professor (x) died on friday.' #?????????? #'it's not published anywhere yet so yeah YOU have to tell your class' #i had a panic attack legit. i threw up from stress. i couldnt do it. first off bc of shock and secondly bc how am i supposed tojust jump #into group chat like 'oh hey btw professor died' #thankfully the info was posted officially by uni at 10pm. so i didnt have to do it. but mom kept pressing me to the whole day #i was nauseaous all of yesterday bc of it. i couldnt manage to study anymore after the shock. sure he was older but he was so energetic and #seemed healthy. i wouldnt have expected it it was just. a huge shock. im still not over it #like you cant know someone for half a year then not be shaken when they suddenly die yknow. and mom is lowkey making fun of me like #'what were you emotionally attached??? he wasnt anyone close' #no he wasnt but im still shaken. and being mocked is only making it worse. as is having to keep studying for his subject for the next few- #-days. #sorry ok vent over theres just. a lot happening for me and im struggling i needed to let it out ig. theres just too much at once #vent #death mention

[mariasabanahabanabana]

Cositas que una se encuentra en TikTok. Dejaré que sto por aqui para quien sea que lo necesite ( oir ) y pasaré a retirarme de nuevo...

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Pequenas coisas que se encontram no TikTok. Vou deixar isso aqui para quem precisar (ouvir) e vou me aposentar de novo...

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Little things that one finds on TikTok. I'll leave this here for whoever needs it (hear) and I'll retire again...

#mentally ill #mentla health #mental instability #mental illness #anxiety and panic #anxiety #anxiety attack #Pedro Pascal #audios #audio post #audio #subliminal audio #no... the intention of this audio is not intended to replace going to therapy / communication / taking treatments #tiktok #tiktok audio #just imagine #Well #PS: my intention is not to romanticize mental problems / illnesses / anxiety attacks either

[whumpetywhump]

When A Man Loves - Ep. 4, 10 & 11

Tae Sung’s chronic pain

#when a man loves #kdrama #scars #suffering in silence #trauma #panic attack #nightmare #hyperventilating #pain #chronic pain #bandages #self treatment #concern #caretaker #song seung heon #kim sung oh #shin se kyung #whump #kwhump #asian whump

[caffeinatedopossum]

Alright it's time for physco analyzing owl house characters part 3: Amity

(Spoiler warning for season three again)

Now honestly I don't know why no one talks about this but Amity is so traumatized. Like I would put her next to Hunter and Vee in the c-ptsd category. If you read part 1, you'll remember how I said the degree of trauma in these characters seems to reflect the amount of support each of them had and Amity is a great example of this.

Other than Hunter, she's had the least amount of support of all the hexsquad. Willow has two supportive dads, Gus has his father and friends, and Luz has two moms, a little brother, and eventually adopts Vee and Hunter as siblings too. But before Luz, Amity had no real support in her life. She had an abusive mother, a neglectful father, and two siblings who weren't always that helpful.

Not only that, she was forced into a friend group that was never genuine and relied upon her status and good grades. She was never in control of her life and it seems she was motivated pretty much entirely by fear of failure. I love that in the show we get to see her change so much- once she meets Luz, she decides to start doing things for herself and stand up to people who tell her she can't.

She starts to change her goals, her appearance, her friends, everything to be more what she wants and she starts surrounding herself with people that are better for her. However, despite all that, it's still very clear that her life before was more damaging than she let's on.

She's frequently shown throughout the show being desperately afraid of rejection and failure, even once she was in the human realm. She was the first one to tell her friends they should be helping more and relying on Camila less, and I wouldn't be surprised if this was because Odalia demanded Amity earn any help. Even in the little time we get to see Odalia in the show, it's pretty obvious that she doesn't see her family as people but moreso sees them as products, adverts to further her own success.

In thanks to them, Amity's seen feeling dejected about not being a top student anymore and worrying that Luz will blame herself if she doesn't succeed. She's sometimes secretive and doesn't always trust the people she's closest to but she's come a long way since season 1 and she's definitely on the right path. She's less rigid and she's learning how to accept her friends as they really are and in the process, accept herself for who she really is as well.

#basically amity has anxiety and trauma and no one talks about it #also i dont think i ever clarified this so to anyone who's wondering c-ptsd is from prolonged trauma (like your whole life) vs. ptsd #ptsd can be from one or several traumatic events but manifests a bit differently in symptoms and treatment #i think luz and willow both have ptsd rather than cptsd #im not really sure about gus though since its kind of unclear how severe the bullying was #obviously it was pretty bad and hes even seen having a panic attack about it in the show #but anyway #i will do a part 4 or 5 about him because i have a lot to say about him too #toh #the owl house #toh s3 #toh speculation #toh characters

[whumpacabra]

17. Inventory

Panic attack, collapse, exhaustion, difficulty breathing, dehydration, concussion, fever, medical treatment, implied starvation, referenced blood loss, referenced past noncon

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Harrison's ears were ringing, every breath aching as though his ribs were freshly broken. Were they broken? He couldn't remember - he could barely breathe.

“Easy now.” Thomas’ voice was soft as he gently held Harrison’s shoulders. “You’re alright. Merrill and Dan are gonna do what they can.”

He nodded shakily, legs giving out as he tried to turn and look at Wolf. Thomas caught him, easing him down to the ground.

“Easy, easy…Jesus, you’re in rough shape too.”

“You’re telling me.” Harrison’s voice croaked, smile forced. The world was spinning, dimming as he choked on his words. He couldn't feel his hands anymore, but he could tell they were shaking. “I’m fine - fine. Comparatively. Could I - water?”

His throat was dry, vision fading gray. He didn’t know how a cool glass of water made its way to his lips, all he knew was that it was cold and bitter and invigorating.

“Easy now, you choke I’m gonna laugh at you.” He blinked up, the woman - Merrill - his head resting on her lap where he laid on the floor. He tried to push himself up only to find her arms stronger than his. “No you don’t - you’re concussed, dehydrated, and running a temperature. You’re staying down until Dan gets a look at you.”

Harrison’s head snapped to the side, relieved to see the shallow but steady rise and fall of the Wolf’s broad chest. He almost looked peaceful asleep. Almost.

“He’ll be just fine. Cut it a bit close but thankfully Dan’s been soliciting blood donations for years. Had some O negative from the Lawers in stock.”

“Thanks.” His voice felt cottony; he wanted more water. Harrison let his gaze wander the garage. Deputy Thomas wasn’t in sight, and Crazy Dan was swapping out his bloodied blue nitrile gloves for a fresh pair. He shuddered as Dan cut away Wolf’s undershirt, baring fresh bruises and still weeping welts.

“Are you injured?” Merrill was looking down at him with clinical but gentle eyes. Harrison almost laughed. Almost.

“Just some bruises and scrapes. Trust me I’m - I’m fine.”

“Hm, any of those scrapes infected?”

“What? No - not that I - ” Lying on his back had one unforeseen consequence: it made it so much harder to cough. Merrill simply nodded at his hacking fit and raised a hand in the air.

“Stetho.” Dan tossed the stethoscope practically blind, but Merrill caught it with ease and put the cold metal against Harrison’s chest as he drew shallow, gasping breaths. “God you sound awful. What did you do, drown?”

“Sort of.” Harrison couldn’t help but squirm a bit as her fingers ran over his too-prominent ribs. Her face darkened, eyes glancing over to Wolf’s painfully still form. Dan was focused, swabbing antiseptic over the burns across his shoulder. She withdrew her hand and put the stethoscope around her neck.

“Does he have any other injuries we should know about? Any illnesses?”

Harrison swallowed, throat dry and words soft.

“He - he was raped. Recently.” His throat bobbed, anger burning in his chest as shock morphed to pity on Merrill’s face.

“And you?”

“I’m fine.” His voice was flat, exhaustion dragging at his bones. “Physically speaking.” Merrill gave a curt nod.

“We’re gonna take care of you boys, alright?” He eyed her, face blank. “Whoever hurt you…they ain’t coming ‘round here without catching some lead. You hear?”

Harrison nodded weakly, eyes flicking back to the Wolf’s steady breathing. They weren’t followed. Not that he knew.

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(An AU of my Freelancers series)

#whump #panic attack #collapse #exhaustion #difficulty breathing #dehydration #concussion #fever #medical treatment #implied starvation #referenced noncon #past noncon #freelancers au #a bit of a breather of a chapter (no pun intended) #given how i redistributed the last few chapters this felt like it needed to be separate so. bonus chapter. #survived [redacted] yesterday btw o7 i love political events (lying)

[god-goals-growing-glowing]

Anxiety.

Around this time of the year, I seem to always get a flare-up of my anxiety. I do not know if this is because I know that I will be starting a new semester of school soon or because of the holidays and seeing family members I do not see often or if it is just a random spurt of anxiety that maybe has no meaning behind it at all. Either way, I have it and it sucks. It sucks to not be able to feel like yourself. I know anxiety can manifest in many different ways for people, but these are just my symptoms. I start off by feeling off and not myself, when I notice this is when I feel my heart start beating really fast. After that, I feel like I am not in my own body and begin to disassociate. (disassociation simply means feeling disconnected from yourself and the world, feeling like it is unreal) Then I feel extremely dizzy, almost like I am going to pass out and I am unable to do anything for the rest of the day. Anxiety can ruin your day, your week, and your life.

However, there are some practices I use to stop my anxiety before it fully comes on and/or help calm me when I am in a full-blown panic attack. I want to be able to help others that feel this way and are not able to control it because I know first-hand how helpless you can feel. If you follow some of these practices below, you will be able to get a hold of your anxiety and no longer feel like it controls every aspect of you.

Breathing exercises. Box breathing is one of my favorites where you inhale for 4 seconds, hold for 4 seconds, exhale for 4 seconds, hold for 4 seconds, and so on. A diagram will be below.

Meditation. This has been a game-changer in taking control of my anxiety. I do a short 10-minute guided meditation every morning because it combats anxiety before it even begins. You can look up any calming 10-minute guided meditation on YouTube and watch how your days transform.

Exercise. I seriously see such a difference in how anxious I am throughout my day or week depending on if I got some sort of exercise in every day. This could even be as simple as a 15-minute walk, but it works wonders.

Grounding Exercise. This is for when you either feel yourself going into a panic attack or you are already in one. You look around for 4 things in each category: see, touch, hear, and smell. This exercise gets your mind off of your anxiety. A diagram will be below.

These are just a couple of things I use to combat anxiety and take my power back. I hope these help :)

#anxiety treatment #anxiety relief #breathing techniques #box breathing #meditation #exercise #grounding #mental health #panic attack

[danielnelsen]

a week ago i might have said i feel mostly ok, just a little off, but i am Suffering now. why can’t graves’ disease have fun symptoms like……………idk i can’t think of anything.

#personal #dr said she’d send a prescription by mail and email and i haven’t got either yet. how long does it take to send an email???? #it’s the end of the next day after she said that. helloooooo can i have my thyroid medicine before i’m stuck in bed all day pleeeease #i can’t even enjoy lying in bed because i keep getting hot flushes #for now i will just lie here and try to stave off migraines. how tf did i do this for 4 years before i was diagnosed ugh #no wonder it was such a horrible time and i ended up with such bad agoraphobia from symptoms i haven’t developed yet this time #i’d better not start having panic attacks before i get my medicine. not the panic attacks that my thyroid gives me #i still have panic attacks but those ones were always like. ah i am Actually dying. complete certainty i’m having a heart attack #ended up with such bad heart anxiety that my wrists were constantly bruised from checking my pulse #anyway. hopefully some aggressive treatment knocks it out within a few months. if i ever get the fucking prescription #sorry i’m mad. that’s also a symptom lmao kill me #at least i have my heart meds because i still take those sometimes