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loveyourownsmiilee · 1 year
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I keep seeing references to anxiety disorders being widely accepted and destigmatized (family members telling me "everyone has anxiety sometimes, so people are understanding of it," and online discussions about other conditions with phrases like "as opposed to destigmatized conditions like anxiety") and I genuinely want to know wtf everyone is talking about.
Explain why people laugh or get angry when someone stutters a lot or is so anxious they can't talk at all, especially in professional/academic environments.
Explain why people get freaked out and sometimes call security when someone is crying and shaking and can't explain themselves during a panic attack in public.
Explain why "too nervous to order food in a restaurant" and similar comments are always used as insults online.
Explain why so many teachers don't allow mental health days for anxiety or let students leave the classroom during panic attacks.
Explain why people get so uncomfortable around the topic of anxiety medication and antidepressants.
Explain why people are always weirded out by, if not outright hostile towards, people with psychiatric service dogs, communication cards, or other aids for their anxiety.
Explain why people with anxiety are laughed off and ignored when they try to advocate for their needs or set boundaries.
Explain why people are considered selfish if they're too anxious to verbally say "excuse me" or thank people for holding the door open.
Explain why people joke about hair loss even though it can often result from stress related to anxiety.
Explain why people act like it's a major burden to make a person with anxiety feel safe in an activity.
Anxiety may not be as stigmatized as other conditions, but that doesn't mean people aren't still ableist towards people with anxiety. They only accept it if it's hidden well enough that they don't have to look at it. And when they do have to look at it, all of their "acceptance" and "mental health matters <3" fly out the window.
The only reason you think anxiety is "widely accepted" is because your idea of anxiety is "someone who is mildly introverted and has a softish voice but is otherwise completely normal."
Trivialized isn't the same as accepted.
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First meetings part 2
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In which Sun has a panic attack and Y/N tries their best to help.
Sun and Moon do not share the same memory pool, if they are "sleeping" when the other is active they do not automatically know what happened in that time. Though they do usually tell eachother everything imidiatly after "waking up". They often stay awake when the other is active though to keep eachother company.
But yea seems like Moon was the last one active before, well, whatever happened to them, while Sun had a lil nap.
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coffeeworldsasaki · 2 months
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Another thing that makes kaladin so painfully relatable is how much his mental illness hides his personality, because between depressive episodes and trauma he's this sarcastic little shit that smiles a lot at his friends and then the depression gets to him and all that disappears
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uncanny-tranny · 6 months
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Every time you think, "Oh, I don't have [x condition], I'm basically cured!" that is the devil talking. You aren't cured, you are likely going through periods of your symptoms waning. Don't cease whatever you're doing to help yourself, like medication, for instance, because it's likely you still have the conditions or symptoms, even if you aren't noticing them as frequently or severely.
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Is blue talking to fell?
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Blue: YEAH. HE'S MY FRIEND. Blue: SOMETIMES DEALING WITH DREAM AND INK CAN BE TOO MUCH, SO I GO HANG OUT WITH HIM. Blue: (PLEASE DON'T TELL THEM I SAID THAT)
Phone contact: vermillion bitch (/paff) vb (texting): running late srry bb Blue (texting): BB?? LIKE BABY BLUE?? vb (texting): yeah Blue (texting): THAT BETTER NOT BE WHAT I AM IN YOUR PHONE CONTACTS vb (texting): i would never Blue (texting): PERISH
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sevikasenby · 2 months
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god imagine being in between them. i need to go and lay down
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icanseethefuture333 · 2 months
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I love my curly hair!!! I love my big brown bambi eyes!!! I love my ethnic nose !!! I love my plump lips!!! I am so cute! I love me!!! :D ♡
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harbingersecho · 10 months
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their early captainship was a shitshow, huh
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mx-misty-eyed · 2 days
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“cant change what you’ve done start fresh next semester”
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midnight-moth · 5 months
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May I ask for Rain and Dew absolutely smothering Phantom because his anxiety is acting up really bad and the dp helps calm him down
I haven't just written something inside of tumblr without even opening a doc in a long time. Let's give it a go! 1100 ish words of Phantom having a meltdown, Rain and Dew being sweet. And maybe Dew having secret perv thoughts. Also everyone always puts cute or pretty gifs in their writing. Well I feel this one works.
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"Where's Phantom?"
"I don't know, actually. Where is he?" Dew craned his neck from his seat on the edge of a folding chair, his eyes drifted away from the knot he was trying to pick out of his laces to Rain's face, creased with worry.
"I'm sure he's around? I mean, he can't have gone far." Words meant to self-soothe but they weren't doing a particularly good job. Rain's legs were already absentmindedly directing him toward the labyrinth of hallways.
"You wanna go look? I wanna go look." 
Rain gave Dew a small smile, a silent thank you for taking his worries and making them his own. For not making Rain ask him to go searching for Phantom, for not making him feel like he was concerned about nothing.
For not making Rain explain again that he was worried about the new summon; that despite appearances and reassurances, Rain saw the raw skin beside his thumbnails, the bruised circles carved beneath his eyes, the food he pushed around his plate but never into his mouth.
All of them were nervous, Papa was nervous. It was their first ritual together, at least with this iteration of the band. One without the steadying presence of Aether, the calming comportment of Sunny.
Dew abandoned the knot in his laces and followed Rain out of the greenroom, leaving the various satellite groups of crew and ghoul alike to continue eating, talking, vibrating with excitement about kicking off the tour. 
They weaved in and out of the hallway snaking to the rear of the building, still short one quintessence Ghoul and running out of hiding places.The clack of heeled boots finally revealed his location.
“Hey, what’re you doing back here?” Here being a darkened stairwell that led to the catwalks up above the stage.
Whether Phantom heard Dew’s voice or their approach, they weren’t sure. He didn’t react. He just kept up his pacing, 3 steps forward, 5 steps across, 3 steps back, 5 steps over, around and around and around. 
Dew, watching him move in the small space felt his own head spinning with vertigo eventually and tore his eyes away to look at Rain, who stood frozen, his arm halfway extended, as if he were about to stop Phantom in his tracks. 
“Hey bug, you’re gonna wear holes in your soles. Why don’t you slow down a little?” Phantom’s eyes flit up to Dew’s and then fell back on the toes of his shiny new boots. He did however finally stop moving. 
Neither Dew nor Rain were really sure what to do. Neither had really made progress in getting to know the ghoul. What they saw during practice, a charismatic ghoul who was little bit goofy, but also full of joy, had yet to reveal itself in alternate scenary. 
“Are you nervous? That’s okay. It’s normal. We all were, and we still are.” Rain took small steps toward him as he spoke, he half expected Phantom to arch his back and howl like a scared cat. 
Phantom wanted to answer them, but he couldn’t escape the feeling that if he opened his mouth, all of his insides would come spewing out. Not the contents of his stomach, his lungs, his heart, his spine. He felt like his silence was the only thing keeping his body glued together. Even then he felt the bonds weakening when he looked up at the concerned ghouls in front of him.
“You don’t have to speak. Just - if there’s anything we can do, can you nod?” 
Phantom considered whether he could do as Dew asked, whether communicating with him would cause everything to spiral out of control. Whether it would disturb the peace he’d made with that square meter of concrete in the back of the venue.
He nodded slowly, eyebrows quirking up in surprise that in fact, the ground beneath his feet had not shifted or crumbled. 
“Good. Okay, do you want water?” No.
“Food?” No.
“Do you want anyone other than us?” No
“Do you want to go outside?” No.
Guilt began to tear at the threads of reality Phantom had clung to since finding the quiet space. Rain and Dew watched him wring his hands in consternation, subconsciously mimicking him, Dew twisted his fingers together, feeling like they were failing him.
“Do you want a hug?” Rain’s voice made them both jump a little. 
Phantom nodded his head in affirmation and Rain felt the coil twisting in his chest loosen a little. 
Neither had really touched the ghoul, and once again they approached him as they would a feral cat, all but sticking their hands under his nose for him to sniff. Not that they were afraid he would bite or claw, they were afraid he would run.
Rain reached out first, wrapping his arms around Phantom’s tense shoulders, loose, and hopefully non-threatening. Still he felt the ghoul tense under his touch. 
Dew reached for his arm, a barely there pat to his bicep, and the ghoul visibly cringed.
“We’re sorry, you can change your mind. I don’t know - we can get Swiss, or Cirrus, or Papa.”
“No”, His voice came out as a croak, his throat dry and tight from his panic induced fugue. 
“What can we do?” 
“Just - you can touch me, but harder. I dunno why. When I feel - like this, those light touches make my skin crawl. I’m sorry - s’not your fault. I don’t - I don’t -”
“Ah.” Rain nodded. Dew was the same, whether he was upset, sad, anxious, he hated gentle, soft. He wanted heavy and solid. 
“It’s okay, I’ll be okay.” Phantom mumbled, feet angling to resume the pattern he’d been wearing into the floor.
Instead, Rain grasped him firmly by the wrists and led him to the wall, pulling the ghoul into his lap and into a most crushing hug, reinforced by Dew, wrapping his arms around the other half of his body. 
They both felt him sag and droop a little. 
“Better?”
Phantom gave them a barely-there nod, as best he could manage with the limited range of movement. Even as compressed as he was, he felt like his lungs were finally able to take in a satisfying amount of air.
“Don’t worry, we have lots of time. Hours in fact.”
Phantom nodded against Rain’s shoulder, beginning to doze off. The two tails snaking around his torso and the rumbling purrs of their owners nudged him over the edge.
“Is he asleep?” Dew whispered.
“Yeah. He’s drooling on me. Reminds me of someone.”
“Shut up. - Hey, if he likes this maybe he’ll like that other thing you do.”
“One step at a time.”
As Phantom’s mind swam between the conscious and unconscious world, he wondered what the other thing was. 
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lovelyluc · 23 days
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𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬...
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— “shh… i’m here, my love. i’m here. you’re safe with me. i will always protect you.”
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art by @/rumbacamus ♡
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cybercaffie · 5 months
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you make the water warm//you taste foreign
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I haven't seen a lot of discussion about anxiety disorders as disabilities even though they impact so many people's lives, including my own. So I'm just here to say... Happy disability pride month to everyone with anxiety disorders.
Happy disability pride month to those who can't drive, make phone calls, go out, or do other things because of their anxiety.
Happy disability pride month to those whose anxiety is trivialized or joked about, or who have been told to "grow up."
Happy disability pride month to those with selective mutism, lots of stuttering, or other issues with speech.
Happy disability pride month to those with frequent or severe panic attacks.
Happy disability pride month to those whose anxiety has led them to self harm.
Happy disability pride month to those with physical manifestations of their anxiety, from appearance like hair loss to health issues like heart problems and fainting.
Happy disability pride month to those whose anxiety is worsened by other conditions.
Happy disability pride month to those with anxiety service dogs, AAC, medication, or other aids, including things that other people insist they "don't really need."
Happy disability pride month to those who need support or treatment but can't access it.
Your struggles are real and you're so much stronger than you think. Thank you for making it this far. 🩵
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twistedappletree · 8 months
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AU where everyone finds out Wen Qing helped Jiang Cheng and they all start treating her like their primary care physician
NHS: *flopping around on the clinic bed like a fish* “You have to help me! I think I’m dying!”
WQ: “Don’t be dramatic. Are you having symptoms?”
NHS: “I always feel like something bad is going to happen and it makes my heart feel like it’s gonna explode!”
WQ: “That’s called anxiety.”
NHS: “What’s anxiety?! Is it terminal?!?!??”
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