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#tw: anxious thoughts

positivelypositive · 4 months

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if you've been feeling...

...like nothing is going right, no matter how hard you are trying then maybe it's time to take a tiny step back.

sometimes, blocks need more than a short rest. sometimes, you need a longer, more real, more relaxing rest before you move on to the next step.

in these moments, it can seem like a crime to even think about a long break. allow yourself this luxury. fight for yourself ✨

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cloudcountry · 1 year

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because you would do the same

Genre/Tropes: You already knoooow it's hurt/comfort!!! Panic attacks!!! The whole shebang!!!!!

Summary: You're having a panic attack in the school bathroom, and Ortho finds you. Good thing Idia installed all that helpful medical software, huh?

Author's Comments: Hello this is my anxiety disorders having ass writing about panic attacks again!! There's a lot of self deprecation happening here so be warned if that could make you uncomfortable. Also descriptions of panic attacks obviously AJSHDJAS I tried my best to put the feeling into words. THIS IS PLATONIC.

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Everyone knows that the ideal place to have a panic attack would be the bathroom. It’s usually pretty empty during classes, and there was no way anyone could see you when the stalls were blocking their view. Your only concern was what the people on campus with sensitive hearing would pick up, but since the classrooms were farther down the hall, that shouldn’t be an issue.

However, you failed to account for the singular robot wandering around campus.

“Hello? Prefect?” Ortho chirped, the bathroom door slamming shut behind him with a dramatic thud, “Is everything alright?”

You immediately silenced your hyperventilating as best you could, curling in on yourself. Your eyes were wide as you watched the stall door nervously, praying he’d give up and leave you alone. As he shuffled around just a little ways away from you, you realized that no, he wasn’t just going to leave because you didn’t respond. Ortho was always dead set on helping people, so all you could do to not burden someone with your problems was to clenched your eyes shut and wished for him to go away even harder.

“Prefect, your heart rate is abnormally high. You’re exhibiting higher respiration rates and shortness of breath. My systems are telling me you’re either in a panicked state or you’ve done some intense exercise.” Ortho mused, “If anything is wrong, you should tell me! I want to use my various medical functions to help you!”

Great Seven, you felt like throwing up. There was too much going on in your head and Ortho’s voice was only stabbing at what was left of your mental stability. You knew he only wanted to help, but there was literally nothing he could do when it was hot under your skin and your brain felt like it was getting doused in icy water and your stomach was seizing and cramping with every breath you took. You rubbed anxiously at your thighs, chest heaving with each repressed, shuddering breath you let out.

“Prefect, it really doesn’t sound like you’re doing well! Are you perhaps too weak to open the door?” Ortho asked, “Commencing door breakdown program!”

“Please don’t.” you choked out, “Please, please don’t.”

“Hm, would you like me to try a different method?” he hummed thoughtfully, “I can start a breathing exercise program, or I can take the door off of it’s hinges instead of shooting my laser-”

“Please just leave me alone.” you begged, “I just want to be alone.”

A moment of silence.

“I can’t do that. Your vitals are still irregular.” he mused, a loud clunking sound from the other side of the door only worsening your unease, “I’m obligated to help those who show signs of distress. That’s what my brother programmed me to do!”

You could feel your breath speeding up again as the sound of a drill filled the bathroom. Ortho wasn’t kidding - he was actually unscrewing the door. Panicked, you pulled the sleeves of your hoodie over your hands and dabbed at your eyes. Man, why did everyone in NRC have to butt their noses into other people’s business? Ortho was sweet, but you really just wanted to be alone right now. It wasn’t that hard to understand.

The door tilted towards you as the last screw was released, and you jerked back as it began to fall onto you. A small robotic hand caught the edges of it, pulling it back and turning it towards the sinks. A cheerful Ortho set the door down on the ground with another loud thud, his hovering replacing the irritating drilling noises with a gentle white noise.

“Now, what’s wrong? I can help you!” he chirped, zipping over to you with wide eyes and hands clasped in front of him.

You said nothing, ducking your head in hopes that he would just give up. With your red eyes and dry mouth and heaving chest, he’d be able to pick up every single visual cue that you’d been struggling with. Weak, weak, weak.

“Your eyes seem red! Were you crying?” Ortho hummed as he stalled for a moment, which you could only assume was him gathering information, “The inflection in your voice indicates that you are emotionally distressed. Were you having a panic attack?”

You shook your head frantically, lips screwed shut. The sharp pain of nails digging into your thighs was the only thing keeping your swirling whirlwind of thoughts from causing another round of hyperventilating. The soft whirring of Ortho’s hardware felt like incessant screeching in your ears as you tried to gulp in air.

Weak, weak, weak!

“You’re not weak!” Ortho insisted, as if he could read your mind (and man, you hoped he couldn’t), “You’re really strong! Can you count with me, Prefect? Do you think you can do that?”

Can’t even handle a panic attack by yourself! No wonder you were so useless!

“In…out! In…out!”

Twisted Wonderland would be better off without you, you were only here because there was no place with you back in your world. Nobody here needed you either. EVer since you came people have been Overblotting time and time again. It’s all your fault. You don’t even have magic…how long were you going to spend dragging Ace and Deuce into your messes? What about Grim? He would be better off on his own-

“Prefect?”

Great Seven, you couldn’t be more useless. There was nothing you could do right. Nothing. You ended up worrying Ortho too, and now he’s distracted trying to help you. Get up. Get up!

“It’s fine, Ortho. I’m sure you have better things to take care of right now. I’ll be okay.”

Except you couldn’t speak through your sobs.

Useless.

A cold breeze brushed against your warm, tear striped face. For a moment, your brain felt like it’d been dumped in cold water as your breath stuttered.

“Please take a second to cool off! Drink some water, too! We can try breathing again in a minute.” Ortho smiled, pushing a plastic water bottle into your lap, “Please drink. It doesn’t have to be a lot.”

You hiccupped as you brought your hands to the water bottle, fingers shaking like leaves in a hurricane. The breeze you felt was actually a fan Ortho had produced from his arm, a function that would have made you laugh in any other circumstance. Ortho said nothing as you unscrewed the cap (it seemed like Ortho had already opened it for you, the saint) and drank. The water felt like sludge as it slid down your dry throat. Your brain still felt all hot and prickly, but your breathing had calmed down just a bit.

“Good job! Do you think you can breathe with me now!” Ortho cheered, eyes crinkling in the corners as he smiled.

Why was he so proud of you? You couldn’t even do the bare minimum.

“Ready? In…out! In…out!” he chanted, coaxing you to keep breathing with gentle head rubs. “That’s it! Good job!”

Your brow furrowed at the praise, a sinking feeling in your gut building with each kind word. You shouldn’t be getting praise for doing the bare minimum. What you were doing wasn’t impressive at all.

“You’re working through the panic really well, Prefect.” Ortho hummed, “Just keep breathing like that. Do you think you could point out one object of each of the six colors of the rainbow in this room for me?”

Of course he would have more coping mechanisms.

‘You’re…blue.” you choked out, staring down at the floor, “Um…my socks are red, the soap dispenser has orange soap, the…door is green, my bag has a purple pencil in the side pocket, and…your eyes are yellow.”

“You’re right! How do you think you’re feeling right now?” Ortho tilted his head downward, trying to catch your eye, “Your heart rate seems to be gradually slowing to a normal rate.”

“Um…I’m sorry for taking up your time.” you apologized, fingers wrapping tighter around the bottle, “I didn’t mean to distract you from whatever you were doing. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, you don’t have to apologize! As long as you feel better, that’s all I need!” Ortho chirped, dropping a small hard candy in your lap, “I hope your day gets better, Prefect! Please tell me if you need anything.”

“Uh huh. Sure.” you mumbled, guilt crushing you like a brick.

“Prefect…you would do the same for me and my brother.” Ortho patted you on the head again, and it was only when he started massaging your scalp that you noticed the absence of the cool air being blown your way, “So don’t sweat it. I know you think it’s different when it's you, but it's not. I promise! You deserve a safe space just as much as the next person, magic or not.”

You could feel tears bubbling up in your eyes again as you nodded, far too touched to say anything else.

#auburn's fics <3 #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #ortho shroud #twst ortho #tw: panic attack #tw: anxious thoughts

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years

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Ok so real talk...

Tw: depression/anxiety talk

Feel free to ignore

I've always been honest with everyone and always felt like you shouldn't hide your feelings/emotions for the convience of others. I think it's important to be honest with yourself because otherwise you're fighting a battle on both sides.

My anxiety has been awful the past week. I have alot going on in my personal life and I'm just feeling inadequate in every part of my life. My writing, my abilities as a mom, my ability to literally be good at anything.

I write because I love it and sometimes living in a fantasy world is just way less complicated than living in the real world. Unfortunately I know these characters aren't real and that life isn't a fairytale which honestly SUCKS.

So I apologize in advance for being slower to answer asks or interacting. Sometimes we just need to give ourself the mental space to deal with things and I'm not always the best at that.

While this is a fanfiction account, this is also my own personal safe space to share my feelings and thoughts. It's taken me years to learn that bottling things up doesn't help and that finding a positive release is always best. So this is me getting this out into the universe in an attempt to rid my body of the feelings.

#tw: depressive thoughts #tw: anxious thoughts

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galactia · 1 year

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I was told by my boss I might get called in Thursday morning, so that shot my sleep in the foot last night, and I am quite tired. Thankfully, I did not get called in, anxiety or no anxiety. For my own sake, I'm going to nap tho, and then work some more on Ayato starters and do some gaming. <3

#tw: anxiety #tw: anxious thoughts #beccabeebops

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simsfromupthere · 1 year

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im sorry i havent been posting like at all lol, on a technical level i FINALLY got my cousin's pc, set it up with my dad in my room already and its absolutely great i cant wait to finally get to hop back on TS4 on it i ran TS4 really quick to update and enable mods/all that stuff but i still need to get an external hard drive/storage to import all general data/files from my old laptop i still want to keep like images,music,vids etc but Especially my TS4 files like my obnoxiously large mods folder like its actually ridiculous how much general cc files, script mod files, replacements def/non-def, lighting mods both for cas/in game n reshade presets i had and still want to keep cause i cba to restart i swear LMAO i still want my old sims ]: in spite of all the headache flashbacks ill get from how bad they would lag, glitch, break and how often my game would crash i still love those saves hhh, also my mods folder is at least over 10k+ files i wont eloaborate why and thats also why i cant be assed to start over LMAO also wont go over too much cause im still knee deep in it but ive been struggling with really and i mean Really bad ADHD induced general burnout WHILST i already was dealing with absolutely awful creative burnout so my brain is scrambled into tiny little shards of charcoal for the past weeks (months even) so i have had little to no motivation to work on things specially my art which has been incredibly painful to the point ill cry sometimes and feel my chest getting tight cause i get frustrated and struggle to produce anything good or that i like, ive been working on it since i started doing research/spoke to my psych and therapist about important exercises to alleviate/bounce back from both burnouts and thankfully (trying to be positve lmfao) both have recommended steps that are either similar/the same or interpolated very well like getting more outside, bettering sleep (which i definitely had been neglecting like a few weeks ago i stayed awake for 3 days straight..😬) ive been trying to branch out on hobbies, trying different art styles for fun and blahblah other things i wont bore anyone with but yerp these past days ive been mainly trying to get my focus on working on those and so far ive improved my sleep quite a lot, i just need to create an actual schedule which is highly important to, atm im working on it but its still a very unorganized schedule but nonethless feeling a lot of painful side effects from shit sleep fading away like really really bad dry eye, pretty boring update i havent been doing much lol but i figured i would post something to clarify i just had been kind of embarrassed to do so, also heres some random drawing ive done for fun in diff styles these past days.

#irl stuff #irl rambles #just a random personal update on life and stuffs #life update #irl art #my art stuff #my art i guess #non sims #nonsims #text posts #textpost #dumb rambles #tw: vent #tw: mental health #tw: anxious thoughts

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acergi · 2 years

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The scenes where characters are struggling with anxiety are just so special to me because they are so relatable. The scene where Willow teaches Gus to breathe, and then Gus teaches Hunter to breathe? So relatable. The latter is my favorite scene in this episode, and this entire thing was absolutely perfect.

But the scene with Gus at the end was just super relatable. As someone who albeit was never a prodigy like Gus (or even close), but was a “gifted” student at a gnt school, and as someone who was always in dance classes with students years older than me until recently, I have always struggled with thinking that I should be doing better, because I have to be ages “ahead” of people my age, which makes no sense. Because of this mentality, I have always been terrified of falling behind, and thinking I have to prove myself in a gazillion different ways, and I ended up just getting sort of bad anxiety and getting frustrated if I can’t immediately pick something up.

So this scene is just so relatable and I feel it so hard. Him getting stuck in his head and everything coming to life because of illusion magic? Well maybe not the coming to life part, but the rest, I’ve been there, and it means so much to see this.

I was so scared Gus would get overshadowed in this episode like he normally does, but this really was his episode, and anskdhjs he is so powerful and such a good character. I love this episode so much

#toh 2b spoilers #labrynth runners #toh gus #toh hunter #tw: anxious thoughts #tw: anxiety

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clockspur · 2 years

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The Fox’s Den

TW: POV Reader Insert with Depression and Self-Doubt, but followed up with platonic comfort and fluff stuff❤️

And dogs. I love dogs🐶

...

Outside of the MTT Resort, between the dark of the path behind and the light of the hotel steps away, you hang up your phone.

While a part of you makes a mental note to visit Undyne for... something, the rest of you feels dull and heavy.

Too dull. Too heavy.

Your head hurt.

Your soul was crushed.

I can’t...

Without much of a word, you start to run. And you don’t stop. ‘Not for monsters you accidentally push out of the way. ‘Not even as you rush into the elevator, pressing firmly on the buttons and wishing it would go faster. Time has slowed around you, but your need to flee is strong. Nothing else matters...

...

The Boatman drops you off in Snowdin. They didn’t speak to you the whole way. Did they know? ‘No matter. You left them without saying a word. Rude? ‘Perhaps. But at the moment you didn’t notice.

You had lost your ability to think about anything else other than to run and hide.

Your movement had become quicker and agile. Your anxiety was fueling your body’s flight mechanism, and you were taking advantage of it; avoiding monsters and weaving in and out of trees. Someone may have tried to talk to you, but they were ignored. And you were moving too fast and too suddenly for them to stop you.

Too fast to see your tears run like rivers.

After what seemed like forever of running through snow and skidding on ice, you make it to the door to the Ruins... only to remember that it was closed off to everyone. Especially you.

Your soul cracking once more, you blindly rush into the nearby woodlands.

Broken and weary, you search for a hiding place. The snow crushes and pushes away from the constant searching steps. A tree, a rock, anything. You felt a pursuit coming and you had to hide. You couldn’t let them find you.

But then... a hole! A hole in the ground! And it’s big enough! With enough DETERMINATION, you crawl in.

It’s dark, but only a few feet low and surprisingly big enough for you. Nevertheless you crawl all the way in and to the bottom, tired and emotionally wounded.

And you don’t move from that spot for a long, long time...

...

The pain in your head throbbed faster than your heart. Your body is still; unmoved and unwilling. The ground beneath you is hard from the frozen climate around it, but any small space was a blessing.

Not too long ago you heard a message about the entire Underground suffering from the loss of their king and a lot of their hope.

And before that, you fought someone who was willing to destroy everything and everyone... out of spite.

And before that... you fought someone who was willing to destroy you for his people... even though you both knew it was wrong.

And before that...

They killed him. He didn’t do anything, but they killed him…

You breathed steadily in an attempt to regain the energy from your run... and to soothe your garbled mind. It was useless. It was too much to bear.

After all... what would change?

If you had to agree with Flowey on one thing(and one thing only), is that you could be a better friend for Alphys. But after that... what then? It can’t prevent your fight with Asgore. It can’t stop Flowey from MURDERING him and taking the human souls.

It won’t give the monsters the future that they deserve.

It would just... start all over again.

Whether you climbed that mountain or not... it felt like nothing would have changed.

Your efforts felt like a waste of time.

You...

Maybe...

Maybe... No. No, no no no...

You needed to think.

You needed to think for... just a while.

‘Just for a while...

...

The enclosed space had become comfortably warm. You hardly noticed that you have fallen asleep for… how long? Well, you had no intention of leaving soon, so it didn’t matter.

You wipe your eyes, brushing away dried salt and stray tears.

Sitting up, you take a good look at the hole you’re in: it’s well lit with the light from outside. The tunnel is a shallow slope leading down, with just enough space for you to crawl into, but not enough for anyone else. Looking up, you see roots. This must have been dug under a pine tree, you realize.

You check for any signs of a creature still living here(and hoping that you didn’t break into another monster’s home), but there was none.

You are completely alone.

“HUMAN?”

Your body freezes in place.

“HUUU-MAN?”

You lie down again, hoping and praying that Papyrus didn’t somehow see you in the hole. You hide your face in the dirt as well.

“HUMAN? UM, I DON’T THINK TODAY IS A VERY GOOD DAY FOR SEEK-AND-GO-HIDE.”

Heavy footsteps crunch through the forest. In your mind’s eye, you can imagine Papyrus carefully walking, avoiding fallen branches and large snowdrifts as he does so.

“WE… WE COULD PLAY SOME OTHER TIME, BUT UNDYNE NEEDS YOUR HELP DELIVERING HER LOVE LETTER-”

Another voice cries “Papyrus!!”

“-AND I CAN TELL BECAUSE IT MAKES HER VERY NERVOUS.”

The sound of someone desperately trudging through the woods as fast as they can are now to be heard. From the furious footwork and annoyed yelps of hitting twigs along the way, you could tell that it was Undyne.

She paused, gasping for a second before addressing her sentry; “Will you shut up about that?!”

“LOOK, ALL I’M SAYING IS THAT YOU SHOULD BE MORE DIRECT ABOUT HOW YOU FEEL. RELATIONSHIPS ARE ABOUT TRUST, AND THE GREAT PAPYRUS KNOWS ALL ABOUT-”

You hear an audible growl from outside. “NOT. NOW. PAPYRUS.”

“YES MA’AM.”

“Ugh… Okay. I’ve got the Dog with me. Do you have the bandanna?”

The bandanna?

“YES MA’AM! I BELIEVE THE HUMAN LEFT IT AT MY HOUSE WHEN WE WERE HAVING OUR DATE!”

The one you were wearing earlier?! You had completely forgot!

“…Okay? Whatever. ‘Hand it over.”

“WHY?”

“So that the Dog can pick up the Human’s scent and track them down.”

“I’M NOT TRUSTING THE DOG WITH THE HUMAN’S BANDANNA!”

“Dude, it’s a Dog; Dogs use smells to find things, and WE need to find the Human before something bad happens.”

“THAT MUTT IS A MENACE,” the skeleton loudly declares before lowering his voice to say “I HAVEN’T FORGOTTEN ABOUT MY SPECIAL ATTACK. I KNOW YOU HAVE IT… SOMEWHERE.”

The only response he got was an innocent little bark.

Undyne lowers her own voice, hissing “Just give him the bandanna, Papyrus.”

After a defeated “HRMPH”, the Dog begins to smell the cloth. You could tell, because the sniffing sound he made was a lot louder than you expected it to be. The snow shuffled with the Dog’s paws, signaling that it had begun its search.

“Good! Good Boy, find the Human!!”

“IF YOU WANTED ME TO SNIFF THE GROUND, I WOULD’VE DONE THAT.”

“SHUSH. Where’s the Human, Boy? C’mon, show us the way!”

As the sniffing got closer, you did your best to play dead. The anxiety from before came back, crushing your soul the longer the minutes dragged on.

Unable to see outside, you only hear and feel something paw at the hole’s opening.

It barked.

You could almost see it now: The Shame. The Confusion. The Chastising, as everyone took turns demanding an explanation. “You left the Capital without meeting the King? Why did you do that? We thought you wanted to go home! All of that effort was for nothing? You’re such a Coward!”

Coward!

You hold your breath, waiting for the inevitable.

“The Human’s in there?”

“THAT’S THE OLD FOX’S DEN,” mentioned Papyrus. “I BELIEVE IT USED TO BE A SENTRY POST WHEN THE CAPITAL WAS STILL IN THE RUINS.”

“Ah. Can you get in there, Dog?”

‘Indeed he could, easily climbing down the hole and landing next to you.

You were still lying face-down in the dirt, shielding your eyes.

The Dog starts sniffing around your body, possibly looking for whatever brought you into the Fox’s Den. You tried your best to ignore him and stay limp, but Dogs are persistent and loving creatures- he dug his nose into your arms, lifting them away to see your face.

The snow-white face looking at you was sweet. All Dogs have sweet faces.

Ashamed of yourself, you started to cry again.

The Dog tilted its head.

You really wished that the Dog wasn’t looking at you right now.

Something warm and wet brushes your face. The Dog keeps washing you with his tongue, doing his best to help and- hopefully- soothe the weird puppy that you are.

It feels nice, but it also makes you feel guilty.

The Dog suddenly stops his licking and crawls back up the hole, catching you by surprise. He wasn’t going to pull you out? Isn’t that what he was sent down to do?

“Status report?”

A series of yips and small barks can be heard now.

“…Uh, Papyrus? Do you know what he’s saying?”

“AH! THE GREAT PAPYRUS DOES INDEED: HE HAS CONFIRMED THAT THE HUMAN IS IN THE FOX’S DEN, ‘SAFE AND SOUND.”

Undyne sighed in relief, “Okay… okay, good. But, okay- why?”

More barks. More yips.

There was a pause.

A long one.

“…Papyrus?”

What? What is it? What is the skeleton going to say? You’ve already disappointed everyone else! If he was going to berate you for not completing your quest like you said you would then he could at least say something-

“UNDYNE? THE HUMAN ISN’T… DOING… SO WELL.”

-What?

“What? I don’t understand. I thought the Dog said that they were safe!”

“WELL, THEY ARE, BUT… COME HERE, IF YOU PLEASE...”

She does so, and Papyrus’s voice becomes faint and hushed. No other sound could be heard in that moment, aside from the occasional mumble from Undyne.

“Oh,” she finally says aloud. “OH,” she adds with realization. “OOOOOOHH,” she finishes, fully grasping… whatever it is she understood. And then, a flutter of footsteps moves away from your hole and towards the main path. You hear a loud THUNK from above, presumably the pine tree you’re under.

“Hey, Human?” You freeze in place. “Uh, Papyrus will be right back; he’s getting something… Listen, don’t worry about my… ‘request’, okay? You can do it whenever you’re ready. ‘No pressure… I’m gonna head back, just… take it easy, okay?”

You listen as she steps away, with the dog close behind.

…

When the forest is silent once more, you hiccup. Your hiccups mix with sniffles, trying to hold in another bout of sobbing.

Why were they being nice to you? All you did was crawl in a hole and cry! They knew what you are and what you were trying to do! You don’t deserve this! You never deserved-

“HUMAN, I HAVE RETURNED!”

“hey human.”

“…OH, YES; I HAVE RETURNED WITH MY BROTHER, SANS!”

Sans? He brought Sans?!

“I HAVE TEMPORARILY MOVED SAN’S SENTRY STATION TO THIS AREA. HE IS GOING TO VIGILANTLY GUARD THE AREA WITHOUT TAKING BREAKS UNTIL YOU HAVE RECOVERED.”

Oh no… Sans was one of the last people you wanted to be with right now.

You haven’t forgotten about the Judgement Hall: he knows you. He’s managed to tell if you’ve hurt anyone(not that you have). You couldn’t tell for certain, but he seemed to have a skeletal finger on the pulse of… something, you couldn’t tell what.

All you knew is that you really didn’t want to hear what he had to say at this very moment.

“-AND THAT’S HOW YOU MAKE A LEG SPRINT OUT OF TWIGS, DID YOU GET THAT?”

“yep.”

“AND MAKE SURE TO CALL ME IF ANYTHING GOES WRONG, OKAY?”

“yep.”

“GOOD. SO WHY AREN’T YOU GETTING STARTED?”

“you’re still holding me under your arm.”

A quick “OH,” and something large is moved around and placed squarely on the ground.

“…THANK YOU, SANS.”

“no problem, papyrus.”

The boots walk away, leaving the woodlands in an uncomfortable silence.

Slowly, but surely, a set of familiar heavy footsteps turn around and move towards your tree.

You shrink into yourself. Your heart nearly pounds out of your chest, and you wouldn’t be surprised if your soul does also. You brace yourself, and wait for the crushing guilt to destroy you, inside-out.

“…hey kid. how you doing?”

You don’t answer.

“…okay. i brought something for ya.”

A small box is tossed into the hole. You grasp it, gently. It smells nice. It feels warm in your hands.

“a cinnamon bunny. ‘thought you’d be cold. and hungry.”

It was true- you were cold. You were hungry. But you also felt too many things at once.

You weren’t sure if you could eat this.

“…listen, kid, alright? my bro told me about what happened… and what you’re going through right now… isn’t good.”

Well, of course it isn’t good: it’s you not being strong enough for any of this.

“…i think it’s different for different people, but right now… right now, you feel like trash.”

Because-

“you feel tired, and you feel like any effort you’ve put in is not enough.”

But that-

“and that you’re failing the people around you because you feel that you can’t meet their expectations.”

You-

“and at times, the only way to get any rest from the storm in your head is to cry yourself to sleep.”

But…

“well, i’m here to tell you that… well, it’s nothing new.”

…What?

“there are so many monsters who go through this kind of crap- humans, too. you’re not the first, and you’re definitely not the last.”

That can’t be-

“we all have our reasons. me, alphys, the mystery person behind the door, even asgore. whatever the reason why you’re having a bad day… you’re not alone.”

But…

“it’s true; you’re not alone. and here’s some more good news: you’re not failing anybody. you’re gonna get through this. everybody will be waiting for you, no matter how long it takes. tomorrow’s gonna come. and you can reach out to anyone for help. anyone.”

There’s an aching in the back of your head. The guilt still hangs on your soul like a heavy chain, but your mind is trying to take this in.

The heavy steps come closer to the tree. Clothing slides against the bark as he leans onto one side of it and slumps down to its base.

“so take your time. no rush. i guarantee everyone will want to see you genuinely happy than trying to put on a brave face. oh, and this too-”

Two more objects are tossed down.

“water and painkillers. ‘take it from me- headaches suck. anyways… you picked a really good napping spot. ‘dunno why i never tried this place before. ‘just let me know when you’re ready. i’ll be right…*yawn* here…”

Before you knew it, he was asleep. You could hear his snores form a “zzz” bubble.

You open the water bottle and take some medicine. You take a bite of the cinnamon bunny, still warm and tasty.

You pause. And you could feel it. There really is a storm in your head. It rolled and zapped every nerve in your brain.

Then it must be true. You’re not the only one.

You had no idea when your DETERMINATION will return. But if your friends were willing to wait it out, then so were you.

After finishing the treat, you lie back down and curl up for a long, pleasant nap…

#thank you for indulging me #undertale #reader insert #papyrus #undyne #annoying dog #sans #tw: anxious thoughts #tw: depressive thoughts #tw: depression #tw: self doubt #platonic #comfort #fluff

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iincantatorum · 1 year

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Delia where do you go to get your head shrunk?

"Do you mean- the ancient practice of shrinking the head of a conquered enemy? Because I have a person for that- this deranged man named Maverick, who seems to have a fixation for dragons. Or do you mean who is my psychotherapist? Either way, both help me relieve my anxiety."

#tw: violence #tw: anxious thoughts #tw: anxiety #tw: voodoo #/this was a really clever ask #delia; answers

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positivelypositive · 8 months

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🍁

you are where...

...you are supposed to be right now.

this doesn't mean that you couldn't have gone higher or further. it only means that at this point in your journey, this exact spot is what works best for your past, present, and future. believe in your present.

however it may be, good or bad, the present is the most real thing in your life right now ✨

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rosesloveletters · 1 year

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Do you ever want to just cry because your anxiety is so bad? It’s like I can’t even relax anymore because I get triggered by comments, videos, information, etc. and then I can’t stop worrying that something horrible is going to happen to me, my family, my pets, etc. like it’s terrible and I cannot fucking make it stop. Those thoughts won’t leave my head and I just want them to leave me alone.

#tw: anxious thoughts #tw: anxiety

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cerezzzita · 1 year

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Hello guys. It's just an update to keep you all knowing that I'm going to be on hiatus for some time. How much time? I don't know. If you wanna know why, follow the read more:

I'm mentally tired and not very well. I'm struggling to keep myself safe and sound but honestly I'm exhausted, bored and tending to be depressed. There are days that I don't even want to be awake, I just think of being asleep for a long period of time. I'm completly, totally tired. It seems like my life doesn't have a purpose anymore, I try to cheer up myself for bits but yeah, I'm not having strength enough.

And before everything, yes, I'm seeking professional/psychological help. Meanwhile, I'm in recess of, well, everything, including tumblr and etc. I think I'll be checking things here and there but no posting or reading fanfics. I definitely need to rest. April is the month of my birthday, I guess until there I'll be fine. I guess.

Anyways, sorry to tell you all that, I know it's not a good thing to know. Love you all, this is me, Milli, saying. Stay safe, stay healthy, I'll see you someday.

#cerezzz.talkz #tw: depression #tw: anxious thoughts

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frankauguste · 2 years

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Frank & Open - Hogsmeade, midday Trigger warning: anxiety/anxious thoughts

Frank told Alice he could handle running errands on his own. He said he could manage it after having made a few appearances in the village with her at his side and had been certain he could navigate grabbing the items on their list. The little bit of courage was quickly replaced with uneasiness when he exited Gladrags’. Frank hadn’t noticed his nerves up until needing to loosen his tie. Sweat met his fingers and made his breathing hitch, leaving him staring blankly at the cobblestone path ahead of him.

Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Deep breath… It wasn’t working. A groan of frustration passed through his lips before he could stop it, leaving him shakily running his hand through his hair while he tried to regain control of his racing thoughts. “It’s fine, I’m fine,” The words escaped in a low whisper. “Public space during daylight. It’s…” His head snapped up upon realizing he wasn’t alone in the space, features flushing despite the desperate need to try to regain composure that would have been similar to himself of a few months back. “Sorry. I…” There wasn’t anything else to say so he trailed off and shook his head, weakly adding a forced smile and an attempt at small talk. “Nice weather, isn’t it?”

#you can't start a fire without a spark [threads]#tw: anxiety #tw: anxious thoughts #apr starter #t: wasn't working

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studyingsciencesdrinkingcoffee · 1 year

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I feel so much resistance towards making progress for my future. Because the future scares me. And I just don't want to face the fact that in seven months, I'll be done with grad school and have to have a job lined up in order to support myself. I don't want to acknowledge that in seven months, I have to be an adult and stand on my own two feet 🙃

Now let me try to get back to writing this thesis proposal, which will bring this future one step closer...

#tw: mental health #tw: anxious thoughts #tw: future #studyblr #silke rambles #original content #gradblr #masters student #double masters #rant #resistance

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