#tw anxeity

[betweenmee]

#i relapsed today #selfharn #anxious #depressing shit #deppressed #anxi4ty #tired of life #left alone #deppresive #mentally exhausted #lonelly #numbness #mentally tired #tw self destruction #tw depressing stuff #tw anxeity #misunderstood #being alone #anxitey #mentally fucked #mental instability #mentally drained #im done #cant stand it #suicudal #self h@rm #tw self destructive behavior #pure ocd #actually psychotic #skz maniac

[insignificantfailure]

I hate myself more than anyone else ever could.

#personal #vent #venting #depressing shit #tw selfhate #i hate my self #tw depression #tw anxeity #sorry for being depressing #mentally fucked #mentally unstable #actually mentally ill #mentally tired #anxienty #i'm sad

[gaymaramada]

HCs: Puss dealing with anxiety post-TLW (ft. insomnia)

As someone with GAD, anxiety is the worst at night. Falling asleep and/or staying asleep can be an absolute nightmare (no pun intended). That being said, how would our favorite fearless hero handle such a situation?

In the daytime, when Puss begins to feel that familiar tightness in his chest, distractions are everywhere. Perrito rambling on about god knows what, Kitty offering to spar with him, etc. But in the dark stillness of the night, when everyone else is asleep, there are fewer things the cat can comfort himself with. If he can’t fall asleep, he gets frustrated, which then starts the domino effect as the minutes turn to hours and he still can’t sleep.

With every minute he spends practically forcing himself to go to sleep, his nerves shoot more and more. Suddenly, he’s shaking almost violently, his body feeling cold yet no blanket is enough to warm him. His mind screams at him that something’s wrong, that he needs to get up, but he’s so, so tired and his body just doesn’t have the strength. He just wants to sleep.

One night it becomes too much to bear, and without thinking, Puss throws himself out of bed and steps out onto the main deck of their ship, desperately hoping to get some air. His body wracks with tremors and his eyes are wide but so heavy, but the idea of going back to his bed makes him want to throw up.

He’s not sure how long he’s out there, mindlessly pacing and wringing his paws, when he hears a soft, “Puss?”

His head whips around to see Kitty, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she walks over, “¿Qué te pasa?”

Puss wants to lie, the impulse familiar to him, but he’s just too exhausted to think of a fib right now, and instead holds himself pathetically as he shakes like a leaf, “…can’t sleep,”

There’s a moment of quiet, and then Kitty takes his paws into her own, stilling them to the best of her ability. When Puss meets her face, there’s warmth in her expression, and even more so: understanding.

Kitty takes him back into the cabin, and the next thing he knows, he’s lying with her in her bed. He almost protests, telling her he already tried that, it did nothing, until she presses her chest against his back and wraps her arms around him, purring softly.

And Puss is left to assume that the woman is some kind of enchantress, because the way her warmth envelops his body, chasing away the tremors until he finally stops shaking, is nothing short of magical.

Perrito hops up to join them, spinning around a few times before lying down with a deep sigh, his chin resting on Puss’s thigh.

And now, with his heartbeat finally slowing down — with Kitty’s purrs and murmured whispers of comfort and Perrito’s gentle weight on his leg, his tiny body moving up and down with every breath he takes — Puss’ mind begins to pleasantly cloud over, any and all worries that he may have had already long forgotten. He’s only lying down for five minutes before he finally slips into sleep.

#this is entirely self indulgent and based off personal experience #by that i mean i had a panic attack one night and went to my parents room and my dad held me and everything just. immediately slowed #like im not kidding i was shook #tw anxeity #tw insomnia #puss in boots #puss in boots: the last wish #puss in boots the last wish #kitty softpaws #perrito #kittyboots #uhhh lemme know if y’all want me to do more of these #headcanon #headcanons #hc #hcs

[softer-fatter-happier]

I’m like about to pass out but I can’t stop thinking about this. Feedees with anxiety and stress but like in a cozy reassuring being taken care of way. (TW: anxiety, stress, panic attacks, body pain causing stress, body image stress, below the cut.)

So like I’ve always struggled with stress myself right? Like really bad anxiety that often times makes me overly stressed about health things. It’s little things like feeling a pain or ache and blowing it way out of proportions because it just scares me. It’s what happened when I started work because I had 3 donuts right before my shift started and then I took a lunch within the hour before everyone left me alone for the evening and I then got 2 big tacos for lunch and all that food made my tummy hurt and kinda made me nervous 😣.

Kinda makes me wish I had someone there to help with the anxiety and stuff and wouldn’t that just be the most darling thing? Like imagine a feedee being overly stuffed, they had eyes bigger than their stomach and now their tummy hurts and you can tell it’s kinda freaking them out. Wouldn’t it be nice to just slow everything down and talk to them. Be like hey are you ok darling? And then talking through what’s got them stressed and giving belly rubs and kisses to help calm them down. Telling them that they are gonna be ok and that you aren’t gonna let anything happen to them until they calm down. Then staying with them and staying supportive in case the anxiety or tummy pain flairs up a lil.

Oh oh that or if the feedee is feeling super self conscious in public and you look at them and you can just tell. They want to disappear, to shrink, to just not be there anymore because they feel like they are in the way or people are staring at them. How wonderful would it be to take their hand and pull them away from the crowd and talk to them. Tell them how special and wonderful they, helping them calm down. Maybe sit and watch people in the crowd walk by without so much as a glance to show no they all aren’t staring at them. Reminding them of how special they are and how they are beautiful just the way they are, fat happy and glowing.

(If you couldn’t tell the feedee is me and this is really what I want someone to do in these situations)

#soft feedism #tw anxeity #tw panic attack #tw health #overstuffed #queer feedee #feedee belly

[lunaekalenda]

mentions of anxiety. (?) [it's more referred to highly sensitive person tho]

"Are you alright?" the question makes your attention go back to the crowded restaurant. There's too much noise on both your sides, a table full of kids yelling at the back and the strong noise of plates colliding with others. Your hand releases the fork too strong for your own liking, leaving it on the half-eaten omelette as you take your hands to your head. Too much noise, too many stimulations at the same time. You feel like your brain can't take all of them.

"If you give me a second, please... I'll be right back." you manage to whisper, and before he's able to say anything, you leave the restaurant at fast pace, leaving the coat, the gloves and the hat inside, along with your bag. Opening the main door, you feel the cold breeze against your hot cheeks, the sudden temperature change freezing your bones and making your head dizzy for a second. With mist leaving your mouth and walking without course, you let your feet take you away from the noise and the heat.

And then, you remember that you left him there. Alone. Without even an explanation.

You feel bad just to think about it. It's not like you've been dating for a lot of time: this might be your fifth date after officially becoming a couple, and you already stood him up on a restaurant just because your brain wasn't able to take all the information at one time.

You don't know why, but you start crying. Maybe the overwhelming feeling, maybe the blame.

"You're gonna catch a cold." those are the first words you hear, before a long and hot coat is put above your body, along with a hat and a scarf you weren't wearing before. Taking your teary eyes up, your gaze collides with Kaveh's hazelnut eyes, and a soft smile appears on his lips as his arms wrap you and your head is guided towards his chest. One of his palms rests warm against your ear, blocking the sound of the street and the peasants, as the other one is placed against his chest, letting you hear the quick heartbeats, that, slowly, start to relax.

Your fingers get tangled on his shirt as his nose gets buried on your hair sweetly. His heart beats slower as his hands keep your head in place.

"I got worried when you left, so went paying as fast as I could, took your things and searched you." he whispers. You notice then your bag hanging from his shoulder, with the green feather that he gifted you when you started dating.

"I'm sorry... I messed up our date. And it's been a while since we were able to eat together." You feel your eyes teary as you start to speak. Kaveh hisses softly, caressing the spot above your ear with his thumb.

"You didn't mess anything, love. If you want to talk about what happened, I'll be here to listen. If you don't feel ready for it, I'll be here to hold you." His words warm your chest even at the cold temperature of the street. "Whatever reason that made you leave, it's valid and important for me to avoid similar situations on the future. I'll learn about it and avoid making the same mistake."

You are at a loss of words, but your sobs give you away, making him giggle. "Let's go to my apartment, or your cute eyes will freeze, alright?" His arm is still around your shoulders when you nod, parting from him, but leaving a kiss on his shirt, right above his chest, as your personal way of saying thank you when even words are too overwhelming to say. He smiles, knowing what it means, and starts walking with his arm around you, step by step, talking about no-senses and keeping you occupied.

"So, should we make some hot chocolate at home? Hm? Is it a good plan? Also, yesterday I rented some of those romantic films you enjoy... I was planning to invite you over and ask you to sleep at home. Also bought your favorite popcorn, so you have no chance to escape from all the films I got..."

#genshin impact fic #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #genshin impact x you #genshin impact kaveh #kaveh x y/n #kaveh x you #kaveh x reader #kaveh fluff #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #cw anxiety #tw anxeity #highly sensitive person

[katishome]

Late Night Talking

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, minting to panic attack.

Pairing: Jacob Day x Reader

Word Count: 558

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Jacob woke up to the sounds of heavy breathing, his bed empty and cold.

“Y/n?”

“Mm?” She mumbled from his desk chair.

“You ok?”

“Mm- yeah. Just couldn’t sleep,” she was still breathing quite heavily, almost like she was winded.

“What happened?” He was worried, standing up and turning a lamp on as he sat at the edge of the bed.

Y/n sat with her knees bent and feet planted on the chair, arms holding her knees to her chest.

“Nothing,” she whispered, resting her head on her knees.

“Not nothing, I’m here for you baby. You know that.”

“Just a bit anxious, I’m ok though. Go back to sleep.”

Jacob stared at her for a moment. She wouldn’t meet his eyes. So he stood, grabbed his laptop and grabbed Y/n’s hand; pulling her towards the bed. He pulled up Disney + and put on a shark documentary, she loves those for some reason. He guided her head to his chest, his right hand caressing her head, and the left going under her shirt to rub at her back.

“Talk to me, pretty eyes,” he whispered against her head.

“I’m feeling overwhelmed with work. Tania quit and Andrew’s got Covid, it’s just me and Rose. It’s so stressful. And then stuff with my family-” her voice began to shake, clearing her throat to disguise it.

“I know baby, I'm sorry. But you’re off tomorrow, can just chill and figure it all out the next day. Everything will work itself out. But for now, what can I do to help you relax?”

“Can I have back scratches? And just talk to me? ‘bout anything,” she pleaded.

“Did I tell you about the time I ripped my pants?”

“Mm-mm,” Y/n giggled.

“So my friend was teaching me to skateboard right? So I was doing well, but then I tried to do a trick, put one foot on the skateboard and I tried to jump to get the other on, but I missed and the skateboard went forward. Ripped my pants right down the middle,” he was chuckling as he told the story.

“I hope you were wearing underwear.”

“Thank god I was,” he laughed, kissing her hair.

“I remember when my friend tried to teach me to skateboard,” she began, “I was so bad at it. And so scared I was gonna fall. We shared the gear, she had the left knee pad, I had the right, I had the left wrist pad thing, she had the right. Was pretty dumb. Hurt my ankle. Ended up going down the hill sitting on the board while she practiced tricks.”

“I’d take that over ripped pants any day,” he rolled his eyes playfully.

Y/n and Jacob continued to tell stories from when they were younger, like the time Jacob crashed his grandpa’s golf cart, and when Y/n had a bruised rib. because her current best friend was giving her a piggyback ride and dropped her.

Jacob kissed her head once again, falling into silence as Y/n’s breathing slowed and became less shallow. Eyes drooping and hand falling from his. This is what he craved. This closeness and absolute adoration they shared for each other. He was so happy with her, and all he wanted to do for the rest of his life was make her happy.

#jacob day #tik tok imagine #tw anxeity #jacob day tik tok #jacob day x reader #jacob day one shot #jacob day imagine #jacob day blurb #fluff #jacob day fluff #jacob day writing

[buckys-little-belle]

to those saying “your lack of wanting to write doesn’t mean you should abandon this blog” i understand the sentiment i really do but it’s not just me not wanting to write.

i have so many fics ready to be published because i cant stop writing, i love writing. the main problem is actually posting the fics.

if anyone pays close attention to this blog, you’ll see that i don’t post random text posts, not fic related, near as often as i used to, and i often delete them after a few minutes to hours of posting them.

i have severe anxiety as we all know, so publishing fics has always been harder for me to do, it’s nerve wracking and scary to do without feeling anxious for days on end. now i’m starting to struggle with OCD even more.

i used to just need everything even on both sides years ago, but now things have gotten to an insane point that’s new and scary and hard to really comprehend. suddenly i need to delete things or else “xyz” will happen, suddenly i cant post things with specific words or “xyz” will happen.

it doesn’t make sense, and it’s dreadful and the problem is most OCD “therapy/methods of working through compulsions” interferes with my tourettes, and now if i want to start a new therapy type i have to leave the house and get over this resurgence of severe agoraphobia.

i do write, i want to post my fics so bad, and i want to stay on this blog. but, i am one compulsion away from feeling like i have to give it all up, and it is terrifying.

this was my safe space, the one place my brain felt at peace and now i’m tearing it away from myself (albeit involuntarily) and at the moment there’s no way to stop this downward spiral immediately.

while i understand you all being sad about me abandoning ship or never posting another fic again, pleas know i am 10x sadder, and far more distraught than i could even explain.

#tw anxeity #tw anxiety mention #tw ocd #tw mental illness #tw agoraphobia #buckys little belle #tw tourettes

[timaeusterrored]

(Emotions)

((Basically a if I suffer Vax suffers. And more just me writing down where my mind has been these past few months. May delete later I just needed to get it off my chest a bit))

((TW: vomiting, anxiety, self loathing talk and all that fun stuff))

‘No one wants you.

You didn’t try hard enough.

You aren’t as special as you thought you were.’

Vax stared at the bathroom ceiling, tapping his fingers on his stomach. Kerry and Johnny were sound asleep in the bedroom, unaware of their partner ripping himself apart.

‘Why would they care? It’s not their responsibility to deal with you.’

Vax swallowed down another round of bile, taking slow deep breaths. He could do this. All he had to do was get to the sink and wash his face, cool off a bit. He could do this.

‘Pathetic.’

Vax launched up, another gagging fit. There was nothing too throw up, he hadn’t eaten anything today and probably wouldn’t now. His stomach twisting with anxiety and self doubt.

Why would they wake up? It was just Vax being Vax again, who couldn’t handle his own emotions. They had each other now, again. They didn’t need him anymore, he did his job. Good boy Vax just doing his job again.

Vax didn’t realize he was crying until he let out a small sob, flushing the toilet to quiet himself. His hands shook as he finally stood, slowly making his way to the sink.

He could do this. He had this. He was going to be okay. Right?

He washed his face with cold water and checked the time… shit. He needed to be up anyway. He was awake long before his alarm went off with the need to throw up, his anxiety getting the better of him these days.

He snuck downstairs and started to make coffee. Ker and Johnny wouldn’t be up for another hour or so, and he’d have plenty of time to get over himself for them and keep pushing.

Because that’s what Vax did best.

#vent writing #tw vomit #tw self deprecation #tw anxeity #cyberpunk 2077 #kerry eurodyne #cyberpunk kerry #cyberpunk v #vax eurodyne #johnny silverhand #otp: supernova #silvervdyne

[fbfh]

[Warnings: mentions of anxiety/mild panic attack]

Thinking about how comforting Eddie is, especially if you're having anxiety. One look at you and he's pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms around you in the most secure reassuring hug.

"You feelin' panicky?" He asks softly. You nod, face on his shoulder, resting on the rough denim of his vest, taking in his scent. He hums in response. You're still breathing fast and shallow in spite of your best efforts to slow down, and he can feel your heart pounding like a rabbit against him. You cling tight onto him, and he holds you just as tight.

"Had a feeling. I can always tell when you're worried, peach."

He'll probably rock you a little, humming your favorite songs, pressing soft periodic kisses to the side of your head. After a while, however long it takes for your breathing to slow back down, he'll talk to you to gage how you're doing now. Once you're all the way calmed down, you better believe he's sticking to you like glue for the rest of the day, holding your hand and keeping you close, keeping an eye on you. There's no way he's letting his baby face that alone.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things fluff #tw anxeity #anxiety mention #drabbles #eddie munson drabble #stranger things drabble #its self shipping to cope hours babeyyyyyyy #im okay though dw /gen #also i think eddie would LOVE modern pop punk #imagine showinf him your favorite songs??? hed love them

[betweenmee]

I can’t even recognise myself anymore

#i relapsed today #being borderline #borderline personality traits #tw anxeity #anxi4ty #anxious #mental health relapse #mental instability #mental disorder #selfharn #cuttıng #tw depressing thoughts #depresjon #depressing shit #ocdproblems #lonelly #depressing quotes #mentally exhausted #im going to kms #i wanna kms #ready to kms #suicudal #sad quotes #im sad and tired #tired of life #mentally tired #numbness #i feel numb #disociative identity disorder #disociation

[insignificantfailure]

I am so DONE, so fucking done with how I've been treated. They're just gonna sit there and disregard every single thing I say, treating me as nothing but someone who cooks and cleans. Where are my achievements? Where are all the things I worked so hard for? My knowledge, my intelligence, all the books I've read, all the matters I educated myself on. I'm not showing off in the slightest, I promise. It's just... I really tried. All my life I tried, and tried, and tried without ceasing.

And now I'm burnt out. I wouldn't think of it as anything else but disappointing. I really had so much potential. I disappointed myself the most...

But no one ever supported me, no one helped me with anything. As a matter of fact, while I was still at home my family was mocking me for studying so much and reading books for fun, telling me I'm going to go insane and mess up my brain. I tried my best to squeeze in doing academic things whenever I had the chance, because in the rest of the time I needed to do chores and such.

When I went to university for the first time, my parents promised they'd help with the money. It was my dream to become academically successful, so I was really grateful. But... they used up all my money on their car, so I had to withdraw after the first semester and come back home.

After waiting for almost a year while working, I finally enrolled in a degree at another university. But, well, after two years they started pressing me to find a job when my degree required me to study so much that I barely even slept. I couldn't take it, wasn't even able to focus on my studies anymore from the stress so I withdrew again.

And now, years later, because I'm jobless and an artist (switched up from the biomedical field to my hobby), I'm suddenly worthless to everyone around me. They just see me as a failure, as nothing but something to be discarded, a burden even. My words annoy them. My advice doesn't matter. My thoughts are meaningless. And I'm not only talking about my family here, I'm also talking about my partner's family and old friends/acquaintances. It's so shameful that I'm an underachieving mess, right?

But how could I have possibly gotten anywhere without any support when I've been mentally ill ever since I can remember? When I've been bullied and abused for more than 10 years every day while no one did anything to help, when I watched the violence in my family, when, when, when...

I'm trying. I wish someone would acknowledge just how hard it is just to pick myself up every day. Just to even wake up... But I still study whatever I can and read and do art and educate myself. I try... I try, I promise... So maybe, next time I'm at a family meeting, they could say they're proud of me too...

#vent #vent post #personal #venting #depressing shit #i'm sad #mentally tired #anxienty #mentally fucked #tw depressing thoughts #tw depression #tw depressive #tw trauma #tw violence #tw bullies #tw bullying #tw abuse #tw anxeity #tw depressing stuff #im sad and tired #im exhausted #im so tired

[sub-at-omicsteminist]

Selective Mutism

Selective mutism is a severe anxiety disorder where a person is physically unable to speak in certain social situations. These situations include, but are not limited to, speaking to class mates and relatives that are not seen very often.

Below is a list of symptoms of selective mutism as so much more happens then just the mutism.

As someone who found out their “extreme shyness” and “behavioural issues” was actually selective mutism that was left untreated for so long. I feel obligated to share a list of symptoms and briefly say what it is as I had no idea what selective mutism was until my diagnosis, and there may be someone who finds this post who is going through the exact same thing.

I have been learning to live with it better and I’m starting to do more things socially then I was able to before but I still experience mutism in unfamiliar social situations. The fact I’m able to talk to people on here is huge progress for me so thank you to my mutuals :)

#selective mutism #selective mutism awareness #mental health awareness #awareness #tw anxeity #neurodivergent #neurotypical #💙💙💙

[azulashengrottospiano]

fighting back an anxiety attack with my whole chest because today is Family Visit Day.

#tw anxeity #tw anxiety attack #🐙! auburn whispers

[ssamorganhotchner]

you guys, i’m at work & feeling anxious. very anxious and just can’t focus. i have 0 reason for it but i just want it to go away 😞 i want to be in aaron’s arms so bad right now. i don’t want to do anything but snuggle in his lap while he holds me. please send soft thoughts, fics, photos, anything. i just want my husband 😞🩷

#i want him so bad right now 😞 #I have a 45min drive on my way home from work #& i’m going to listen to his voice the whole way home #I almost had a panic attack earlier #like it’s that bad 😭😭😭 #& work is fine i just don’t know what’s going on #tw anxeity

[blumin-onion]

Daily Doodle Day 200

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Been panicking a lot lately

#daily doodle #traditional art #daily doodles #onionart #doodles #doodle #sketch #sketches #beginner artist #🧅 art #tw mental health #cw mental health #tw mental illness #cw mental illness #sticky note sketch #sticky notes #stickynote #stickynoteart #vent post #vent art #tw vent #cw vent #anxitey #anxienty #tw anxiety #tw anxeity #tw anxious #cw anxiety #cw angst #tw angst

[ao3snowbutterfly]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jonathan Byers/Steve Harrington Characters: Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers Additional Tags: stonathan week 2023, Roommates, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Anxiety, Anxiety Attacks, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Jonathan Byers has PTSD, Nightmares, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, They talk about it their shitty home lives so..., Getting Together Series: Part 2 of Snow's Stonathan week 2023 Summary:

Jonathan Byers is moving into his freshman dorm at NYU, and there are many things he's worried or at least uncertain about, mostly about living in a dorm. However, the prospect of having a roommate is more than a little daunting, especially when he considers the anxiety and nightmares that plague him even after his father's death. He manages to avoid his roommate, Steve, seeing anything for a while, but all it takes is one bad night for everything to go wrong. But his whole mindset about his roommate shifts that night, evolving from there.

For @stonathanweek day 2!

#stonathanweek2023 #stonathan #jonathan byers #steve harrington #fanfic #stranger things #my work #tw ptsd #tw anxeity #tw anxiety attack #in every universe the byers are some level of traumatized #its a law of nature