#Anxiety

[support]

Everything okay?

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#tumblr #counseling #prevention #self harm #psa #tumblr support #tumblr help #tumblr staff #depression

[simkaye]

POV u throw a pokeball and this comes out 🤠

#procreate #illustration #dog #anxiety #digital art #anxious

[thatsbelievable]

#Three Signs the Cat is Judging You #cat #cats #cat judgment #judgment #anxiety #unreality

[vettelsvee]

YOU SCARED ME | Lando Norris

f1 masterlist | wattpad | ao3 | instagram

lando norris x reader

word count: 1955

warnings: accident on a race involving two drivers due to a collision. anxiety. use of y/n y/l/n

you can send your one shots requests here! feedback is truly appreciated! <3

Lando Norris was locked in a tight battle, alongside Checo Pérez, for P8 in the Canadian Grand Prix. With each maneuver and overtaking attempt, the tension escalated throughout the race.

However, everything changed on lap 38 of that cloudy day in Montreal. As they approached one of the trickiest sections of the circuit, precisely where Carlos Sainz, Norris's former teammate, had crashed during Free Practice 3 the day before, there was a mechanical issue that affected Pérez's car. Trying to avoid losing control due to constant wheel vibrations that prevented him from securely holding it, Pérez instantly faltered.

Meanwhile, the McLaren driver, still unaware of the situation, attempted to overtake to avoid the collision, but failed miserably in the attempt.

Unable to prevent it, the vehicles violently collided nose-to-nose, immediately crashing into the safety barriers and scattering debris everywhere, including some larger pieces.

Both drivers were trapped, and although the Mexican responded immediately to Horner's calls, the British driver's situation seemed much worse. The race was immediately halted, signaling the seriousness of the situation with numerous red flags waving along the track as a warning to the rest of the grid.

Security personnel and medical staff immediately rushed to the scene to assist both men. Concern and silence filled the air as the rescue team worked, almost like robots, to extract the drivers from the wrecked vehicles.

The broadcast replayed the crash, which in slow motion was even more shocking; all spectators, both at the circuit and those watching from their homes, gasped at the incident as if it were the first time they had seen it.

At that moment, nobody knew what would happen to the McLaren driver.

While the track marshals worked swiftly and efficiently to secure the area, the papaya team members tried to calm each other's nerves. Especially affected was Y/N, the British driver's girlfriend, who anxiously watched, from the garage, not only the replay of the accident but also checked her social media accounts for any updates on her partner's condition.

For the time being, the situation was unknown, and it would possibly remain so for some agonizing moments more.

With glassy eyes, the girl held her mobile phone with one hand and tightly gripped the seat where she had been sitting just minutes before the incident with the other. The unease of seeing her boyfriend, motionless in his heavily damaged car, heightened her concern: her hands began to tremble to the point that her smartphone landed on the floor, and she noticed a growing anxiety that caused her to start hyperventilating.

Norris's race engineer, Thomas, tried, with increasing persistence, to elicit any sign of life from the brunette, but silence was the only response he received.

"Lando," the man said again, aware of the situation. "Copy? Please, answer."

As there was barely any response from the other end, Y/N's anguish grew with each passing moment. Her thoughts were becoming increasingly negative, reaching the point where she believed Lando had died instantly as a result of the collision.

Immediately, the girl took the man's headphones, quickly putting them on and speaking into the microphone as calmly as she could:

"Please, Lando..." she announced with a trembling voice, "answer. I need to know you're okay."

Once again, silence.

"Damn it!" she shouted, furious with the situation. "Doesn't anyone here know how to do their damn job?! Please, tell me if Lando is okay! It's not that hard, for God's sake..."

With tears in her eyes, Y/N fell to the floor, desperate at the lack of knowledge about Norris's condition. At that moment, Zak Brown approached her, trying to avoid physical contact at all costs, and assured her that her boyfriend was okay. He just needed some time to "get back to his senses."

Every second without a response from Norris felt like living a thousand lives.

Finally, after the engineer's constant insistence, a trembling voice came over the radio, echoing through the speakers in the garage for everyone present to hear:

"Yes... I'm here."

Lando's speech sounded quite weak, but understandable. Finally, Y/N could breathe a sigh of relief, although the anxiety had not yet dissipated.

“Norris, are you injured?" Thomas continued to ask. "Can you speak?"

"I'm... let's say a bit sore, but I think... I think I'm okay," the driver replied with difficulty. "The impact with Pérez was pretty strong, but I can move. I don't know what that bastard was thinking."

Brown thought to himself that Checo must have been thinking the same thing at that moment.

Once the race marshals ordered the paramedic teams to attend the guy and they took him to the medical wing of the paddock, Y/N quickly left McLaren's garage to approach the place where she might not be allowed to enter.

"Lando?" she asked, peeking her head between the medics surrounding the stretcher and the guards protecting the safety of the driver. "Lando, are you okay? It's me, Y/N!"

Lando, lying on the portable bed, was already conscious, although still dazed by the impact. With great difficulty, he sat up slightly and fixed his gaze on his girlfriend, giving her a weak smile. He also directed a few words to the police officer next to him; upon hearing the British driver's communication, the officer approached the crowd and gave permission for Y/N to enter, who ran to her boyfriend to make sure he was still there, alive.

"Oh God, darling," she whispered with a sweet but shaky voice, "you have no idea how scared I was. Seriously, it may sound like a joke, but I thought the worst..."

"Don't worry, you still have Lando Norris for a long time," reassured the doctor who was conducting his thorough assessment.

Although the race had ended for Lando, the well-being of his boyfriend was what mattered most to the girl. The same went for him, who was more concerned about the girl beside him than himself. He knew that his girlfriend must have been really distressed when she didn't get a response from him; at the same time, he knew that if he had been in her place, he would have been much worse off than her.

He knew Y/N was a really strong person, but this event had confirmed it.

"I'm okay, Y/N, I promise," Lando said, offering her his hand, which Emma took and held tightly.

"Now I'll be your personal nurse," she declared, trying to calm her boyfriend, who seemed to be enjoying and mischievously interpreting the situation with the mischievous smile he gave at that moment. "And no, we're not going to roleplay. It's surreal that you're thinking about sex when, literally, you could have died!"

"If you're afraid of dying, then don't be born, Y/N Y/L/N."

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #ln4 #ln4 x you #ln4 x reader #lando norris x yn #ln4 x yn #lando norris fic #lando norris one shot #f1 x you #f1 x reader #anxiety #f1 #formula 1 #f1 x y/n #f1 x female reader #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x you #formula 1 x yn #formula one

[borderlinebelle]

I am proud of this one. Thank you for your feedback!

My video editing style is a reflection of the way I personally “see” the world. It’s a visual representation of my perception and the way I receive information. I’m📱calling you, watcher, and identically I’m 🗣️🧠calling the recesses of my own mind and displaying them delicately and deliberately so you can see it too. It’s lovingly intimate to show you the magic and intensity and vibrance with which I see the world, all nestled right behind my cornea.

“Welcome to my portal in my perspective…” my bio, my videos, my captions, my effects, my music choice, my stories, my backgrounds, my personal details… i want to take you with me new friend. I’m so excited to MEET you. my weavings spell so many scintillating slow burning and bewildering secrets tucked discreetly between the ruckus and chaos. if you care to look closer 👁️💕 next episode, i promise I’ll even let you in the house.

I am having such a good time creating things for someone I know will love it and understand it.

Maybe that’s you. 🥹 👍🏽

channel below ⬇️🧠💕🙂‍↔️ < (this is a spin btw)

life is brutal enough, if you don’t like it.. just scroll on pls

#BorderlineBelle #personal #mental health matters #recovery #personality disorder #depression #anxitey #ptsd #borderline personality disorder #anxiety #fear #personal growth #soft black women #soft feminine #calling kind hearts #life is brutal enough #don’t you think?

[classycookiexo]

#honestly #anxiety #children #childhood #parents

[deebrisbyfish]

I contend that when one is feeling creatively empty, a good way to fill the tank is by switching from OUTput to INput. Play a game, get out of the house, read a book. That said, I am UTTERLY TERRIBLE at devoting any time to anything that ISN'T producing something. My brain starts eating itself that I'm going to vanish in a cloud of irrelevancy the second I stop producing... ugh... "content". That said, a thousand "Whose Line" points to anyone who can guess what game I'm playing from that panel alone. (Yes, there is a correct answer) lol

#input #down time #recharge #recharging #giant days #emulator #video game #video games #vintage gaming #toilet #cats #toilet cats #bored #output #anxiety #lgbtq #lgbtqia #lgbtq comic book heroes #transgender #webcomic #comic strip #trans comic

[redara]

Where You Are

Summary: when the world gets too much, you know you are safe in the confines of your mind, even if that means you are drowning.

A/n: this is based on my personal experience. It may be different for everyone, but each one of them is valid. If you are going through one rn, i hope you find that safe place to call home.

Pairings: Bi-Han x reader/you.

Ratings: Teen & Up.

Words: 1.172.

TW: description of dissociation and anxiety. Soft!Bi-Han.

The restricting feeling in your chest comes, binding, tightening, stealing your breath with each passing seconds. Your heart aches, a pricking feeling, like a glass stabbing. The seconds turn to minutes. The familiar coldness blooms from your palms, numbing, making your fingers shake.

Calm down, calm down, calm -- you wheeze. Feeling suffocated by nothing, drowning in the abundance of air and space. Chatters from the people around you feel muffled and agitating, gritting in your mind, edging you towards the figurative cliff.

So you do what you do best at moments like this: you take the plunge.

You're conscious, and at the same time, you are not. You are simply not there. Physically, your body remains in the room, reacting to others as cordially as usual, but mentally, your mind is elsewhere. Mind drawing thousands of jumbled memories and imaginations to distract you from the fact that you are drowning.

A moment passes, and the shakiness of your hands becomes manageable. Another moment passes, and the ache of your heart dissipates. An illusion, a battle tactic, you've successfully numbed yourself when your mind wants to go on a fight or flight mode. In that little victorious moment, you mentally pat yourself in the back, promising that once this is all over, once you are alone, you will mend your wound the way you know best.

But your victory is short-lived when someone calls you, and they begin to engage in an antagonizing conversation with you, and you are cornered once again -- too poor a reaction, too little, too much, too strong, too weak -- and that restrictive feeling returns; the memory fucks up by replaying snippets of the bad ones, triggering you inch by inch, that your imagination can't keep up, trying to fix everything.

Then once more, you hide your shaky hands, you smile your heartache away, you take the plunge into the abyss.

***

The hours feel like forever. By the time you're leaving the dining hall to return to your room, you feel too exhausted to think. Purposefully, you take the quieter path, away from the prying eyes and their sharp tongues.

So you pass the garden, lost in your own mind, trying to assure yourself to keep it together. Just a little bit more. It has passed. You are doing a good job. You just need to stay strong a little bit longer.

But for how long...?

"I didn't see you in the dining hall."

A deep, raspy voice startles you -- you're drawing blank on your mental defense, rendering you to stare wide-eyed at the voice owner. The Grandmaster is standing in the garden, still dressed in the formal blue hanfu, still looking so distinguished despite the hours of loud celebration and exhausting conversations.

You bow, "Forgive me, Grandmaster, I didn't know you'd be here."

"Spare the formality; we are alone." He beckons with a tilt of his head, and like a dog on a leash, you approach him. "Like I said, I didn't see you."

His words confuse you. Surely he did see you; you sat at the assigned seat where you can see each other; it was his plan after all. If you were to sit beside him, the uproar would be much worse than the festive dinner you just walked out of.

"I sat where you wanted me to. Did someone block your line of sight?” You carefully ask; the last thing you need is to have your Grandmaster be upset with you, a nobody hunter of the Lin Kuei.

But your Grandmaster, your Bi-Han, your lover, shakes his head. He raises a hand to your face, and your heart leaps, your mind screams -- the memory of some other hand in the past makes you flinch and close your eyes in the present.

"Y/n..." Bi-Han calls, voice a soft whisper, and touch a gentle caress against your cheek. His fingertips are cold, but his palm is warm, cupping your face. You are being pulled closer by his other hand around your waist, and soon you feel his forehead pressing against yours.

The cold fingers a startling wake up call. It pulls you out of the abyss faster than any method you know. It holds you, engulfs you, that you soon can feel the ground beneath your soles, the night air mixing with Bi-Han's warm breath, the soft silk of his hanfu under your gripping hands, his steady heartbeat --

"Come back to me..." He asks, a careful demand, a plea. "You are here yet you are also so far away. I do not understand what ails you, but if you let me, I can try. It is cruel -- the Gods put you into battle with something unseen, whilst we both know I would fight it with you. I would win it for you."

His forehead is exchanged with his lips, warm, shaky, pressing against your skin. He then holds you closer, tighter, encasing you as if he is shielding you.

You try to reply, voice being held tight by an invisible noose from your tightening chest. A sob comes out instead. The dam of your restrained tears finally breaks, unleashing your cry -- your knees buckle, too tired, but the ground never claims you when Bi-Han holds you steady; his presence a strong tether that keeps you from sinking.

Neither of you says a word. Neither of you need to, even when the cold air of the garden turns into the warmer air of his bedroom, when your weak form is curling on his bed, still being held by him. His usually stern gaze shows sympathy and concern as he looks at you. Lips moving, asking, "What do you feel?"

You shake your head. Can't articulate your feelings. Can't make heads or tails of your ordeal.

"What do you need?" Bi-Han wipes your wet cheeks with his thumbs. "Did anyone disrespect you? Tell me their names, and I will make sure they won't repeat their mistakes again." When you shake your head again, his eyebrows curve upwards to his forehead, "Please, tell me what you need..."

You inhale shakily, "S-stay... Please, stay with me..."

"You foolish little thing, you need not to ask, I am not leaving."

"I'm sorry -- I'm sorr -- sorry --" then your composure breaks, and your cries come out a bit more liberally, truthtfully it terrifies Bi-Han. Your apology is unending; you want to make sure he knows you are sorry for being so weak and pathetic in front of him; you don't want to make him second-guess your relationship; you can't lose him too...

He doesn't need to ask. Doesn't need to pry more. He stays there unmoving, watching your eyes, the ebb and flow of your unsteady self returning to the present. There is a light in his gaze when you begin to 'exist', when you begin to crave more of his cold touch, when you are not far away in your mind anymore.

"Bi-Han..." You rasp.

He heaves a sigh of relief. His rare smile shows when you repeat his name again. "There... Now I can see you..."

#bi han imagine #bi han #bi han x reader #bi han x you #bi han x y/n #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #redarader #anxiety #dissociating #mental health #mental illness #fanfiction #fanfic

[dumblr]

They can't rescue you if they don't know you need it. Ask for help to fight another day.♡

#suicide prevention #mental health #ask for help #you're not alone #mental illness #health support #depression #anxiety #self love #recovery #hope #mental health support #dumblr

[akindplace]

Just because you’ve had a very bad experience with a doctor/healthcare professional, it doesn’t mean all of them will be the same way. There are professionals who care for people and want to help as best they can. You should be looking out for your own health, so please don’t assume everyone will be equally as bad and end up avoiding appointments. Not everyone is the same, and you should feel free to show up to your next appointment asserting your boundaries, and if that doesn’t work, maybe you should go with a friend for support, and if they don’t feel like helping you tell them you’d like their refusal in writing, or if they are insisting on making decisions you know already don’t work from previous experiences, again, ask for that in writing, and for a referral. People shouldn’t be expected to just put up with anything because they have a health problem or a disability. We’re still people, after all.

#doctors appointments #neglection #anxiety #trauma #self-compassion #self-worth #original writing #yes I am feeling nervous about my appointments tomorrow

[polito0]

que lo sheparió

#art #mate #fur #anxiety #sfw

[roxygen22]

>>combining two similar asks, though tweaked to be gender neutral<<

Hold Me

You woke in the middle of the night to the sound of the shower running. You reached around beside you and found an empty space where Timothée would normally lay. Odd, you thought. You rolled over and tried to go back to sleep until you heard faint whimpering above the rushing water.

Concerned, you got up and quietly padded to the bathroom door. As you got closer, you could more clearly hear more sniffles. You lightly knocked, but Timothée did not answer. Too worried to prioritize his privacy, you pushed through the door and opened the shower curtain. At first, it looked as if nobody was there, until you looked down and saw your boyfriend sitting on the floor. He trembled as the water ran over him.

You immediately knelt to the bathmat and ran your fingers through his wet curls. His eyes were set in an unfocused stare that never showed any recognition of your presence.

"Baby, what's wrong?" you pleaded.

The sound of your voice brought his attention back to you. "Please. Please, hold me," Timothée begged before breaking down into sobs.

No questions asked, you dropped your robe and climbed into the tub. You sat behind him and pulled him close. He turned so his face laid on your bare chest. The water was hot, yet he was still shivering.

"Shhh, shhhh," you cooed as you rocked him slightly. "Can you tell me what's wrong?"

"I f-froze in rehearsal today. I couldn't rem-member m-my lines. I haven't been able to p-practice because I have to be everywhere all at once. Dinners, premiers, m-meetings, costuming, travel. I- I can't keep up. I can't do this. I just can't."

"You've been going at an inhuman pace. It was just a matter of time before it all caught up to you, my love." You kissed the top of his head. "You need a break."

"But, I have the premier in Montreal..."

"No buts. If you do not take a break voluntarily, then either your mind or body are going to force you to stop longer than you want," you said sternly, but gently, as you ran your fingers along his arm. "Now, let's get you toweled off so you don't also get sick on top of all of this."

You turned off the water and grabbed the towel. You gently squeezed the excess water from his curls, patting him dry as best you could from his seat on the shower floor.

"Can you stand, love?" you asked.

Timothée nodded and put his weight on his arms on the ledge of the tub. He stood shakily and took your hand to support his step out onto the bathmat. You wrapped the towel around his waist and guided him back to the bedroom. As you passed in front of the vanity lights, you saw just how dark and deep the circles were under his eyes.

You lifted the blankets and sheets so he could slide into bed. He whined for you to join him, but you first wanted to set up the diffuser with lavender oil and a white noise machine to help him sleep. As soon as you laid down, his gangly limbs snaked around you. You positioned yourself so that he could lay his head on you again. You placed a lingering kiss on his forehead. "I love you, Timothée."

He sighed and nuzzled into your neck. "I love you, too." Soon, his breathing evened out and slowed in sleep. The two of you became untangled during the night so that you were facing each other come morning. You woke up first and stared at his relaxed features. He came to a few minutes later.

"Please stay home today, my love. If you want, I'll even call your assistant to clear your day. You need to rest."

He smiled. "As long as you stay home today, too."

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Masterlist

#timothée chalamet #timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet x reader #timothée chalamet x reader #reader insert #timothee x you #Timothée x you #timothee x reader #timothée x reader #timothee chalamet fanfiction #timothee fanfic #timothée fanfic #anxiety

[andreainlove]

"Meri body mein sensations hote hai"

"Kaise sensations?"

"Sensations jaise sarsarahaat, sansanahaat, gudhgudahaat, dagmagahaat, fararahaat, thartharahat, kapkakahaat, jhatpatahaat-

#anxiety #hasee toh phasee #siddharth malhotra #parineetichopra #real hogaya yeh to #in that point of life where this feels real

[thatsbelievable]

#Welcome to the 11th Hour #unreality #anxiety

[slut-jpeg]

hey guys I’m trying to come up with an extensive list of anxiety/self soothing coping mechanisms, either big or small or both. please lmk what helps you calm down! (ps it doesn’t have to be like a “skill” you’ve learned it could really be anything, but if you have learned a skill that helps such as tipp I’d love to hear it!)

#anxiety #mental health #coping mechanism #dbt skills

[mg-sytem]

Honestly I think something really shitty about having trauma regarding people hurting you, is that it's possible to have this underlying paranoia that if you say ANYTHING about that person/those people anywhere on the Internet, they'll somehow see it or find it and come attacking you or spread lies about you or something. Legit don't know how people on Reddit give such obvious details about situations and somehow they don't get scared lol

This is something we've started to realize we definitely struggle with regardless of how anonymous we try to be or details we try to change or leave out.

It's not rational by any means, and we're aware of that. But if anyone else experienced this type of anxiety, understand that you're not alone and it's a battle for sure

#paranoia #sorry not sure what all to tag this #actually traumagenic #osdd #did #actuallydid #actuallyosdd #trauma #anxiety #tw