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white-poppie · a month ago
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How to write Panic and Anxiety Attacks
TW: Mention of mental illness, anxiety and panic attacks.
I have had several anxiety and panic attacks. I know how terrible they are. Hopefully, this may be helpful
Difference
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One of the major differences between anxiety and panic attacks is that anxiety attacks are caused due to the disease called anxiety while panic attacks are sudden and may happen to a person who has never ever had anxiety.
Keywords: -Panic attacks: Sudden -Anxiety attacks: Prolonged and Gradual (easier to control)
Symptoms/Feeling
->Normal/Mild
Pain in chest
Breathing difficulty
Shaky Limbs
Mild Dizziness
Slight nausea
Need to go to the toilet
Hot flushes
->Severe
Severe nausea
Vomiting
Acidity
Fainting
Dark spots in vision
Extreme trembling
Suicidal Ideation
Dialogues you can use (mostly for panic)
"I can't breathe!"
"This is not normal! NOT NORMAL"
"I AM GOING TO DIE"
"I don't know what's happening!"
"My chest hurts"
"I feel like I am going to puke."
"I don't want to die."
"YOU ARE TELLING ME TO BREATHE? WOW! I WOULD HAVE DONE THAT IF I WERE ABLE TO "
"Help me."
Response/Comfort
"You are doing amazing!"
"I am so proud of you!"
"Breathe for me, please"
"You are okay, you are safe"
"You can get through this."
"Concentrate on your breathing "
"I want you to look at me and forget everything else"
"Focus on my voice."
Remember that oftentimes a person having a panic attack does not like to be touched, so it's best to ask for consent first
"Can I hold your hand?"
"Is it okay if I envelop my arms around you?"
"Are you comfortable? "
"I am going to put my hand around your ears, is that okay?"
Control
The most common grounding technique for anxiety/panic attacks is the 54321 method. In this, you identify…
5 things you can see
4 things you can feel
3 things you can hear
2 things you can smell
1 thing you can taste
Hope this was helpful
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It was an April summer day
The trees shook gently
With a soft, whispered breeze.
My frozen heart was playing an old movie
And that never ending pain
Was healed by chirping birds
And for one moment of solace,
I forgot what it was like to touch your face.
Those scars you gave me back in winters
That now my delicate fingers trace.
All the ice memories,
Turned to light dew
Refreshing the skies,
Making rainbows in my cold brew.
But the warmth of this summer day is harmonious
just like the warmth of your arms,
And my heart that is thawed, keeps uttering one thought,
Was our love that flawed?
I only saw through rose coloured glasses
And what a pretty picture it made
My hopes towering high,
But yours, descended like the falling meteors
Blinding me, destroying me
But my love, you're brighter than the sun...
The tales maybe true
My heart is wrapped with dry leaves and memories
All the bright spring in heart,
Turned to icy winds.
All the autumn leaves,
Still scattered on the ground...
The memories that I tried to collect, somehow kept slipping like fine sand
Maybe some things are meant to be left free just like you and me...
And maybe the moon will gleam again,
In our different worlds brighter than diamonds.
And we'll be blooming flowers,
In someone else's garden.
Credits:
@halfagonyhalfhop3 (Courtney Wade)
@bloodnwine-writer (Mrun)
@obsessedcapricornwritersblog (Pratiti Kaushal)
@vantaerayleigh1997 (Rayleigh)
@ruins-of-heart (Siddhi)
@dewyblu
@owlsnmarshmallows
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kittyweaveswords · a month ago
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knocking out devil
I am working hard to open the lock of success by key of hardwork
I won't stop till I hunt my prey
Isolating myself in den turned my personality grey
Oh my lover please don't mind as I am committed to the time
Resting for a minute feels like committing a heinous crime
Concentrating on my task till i go blind
Oh my destiny please be kind
I work hard till I cry
the angry tears falls down with my heated sweat
I wont give up till I try
though the hurdles in my path being slippery like moss
oh my lord , these shameless obstacles are kissing my ass
I will work hard till the tables turn
I will show off my success making the devil within you burn
oh this nerdy obstacle creeping me out
bottling up my frustration till it erupts out
focusing the eye till it runs out of fluid
To let my success dawn , I am burning the midnight oil
Winking my eye at devil when his blood boils
The devil is nobody else but my previous failure
Winning the battle made me an object of allure
Looming a shadow in his life till his confidence becomes soilure
Carrying out my consistent efforts would make me victorious
there's no other fun than in making devil jealous
Giving my best
as it will never go waste
The devil is pulling me down
i stepped up on him to win that crown
Using devil like a ladder
smirking to him in the mirror on his blabber
watching him exploding out of frustration
I finally celebrated my victory sipping the wine in game station
I heaved a sigh of relief
little did i know he would come back to congratulate me with a surprise of grief
saying , " Darling , you can never resign this game of rise and fall"
(i hope you are able to figure out what is crown and who is the actual devil)
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bleehhhhgirl · 3 months ago
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Letter to every girl out there.....
People are annoying,
Elders think you are kids who know nothing.
Youngers think that you got no shit of your own and that you have to be there for them when they demand it.
Boys think that they can treat you like shit, coz everyone does it.
Girls think they are supposed to hate you to be something more than you, to be at a higher status, a higher level than you.
Friends think that your only job is to listen to them and not talk about things they aren't interested in.
Enemies think that your life revolves only around them and that you hate them cause you're jealous of them.
Parents think they need to make you perfect so that you can fit the social norms.
Siblings think that you took away something that only belonged to them by just being born
My dear Girl,
Everybody around you just wants to change you. Mould you in a way they'd be comfortable with.
So, you gotta look out for yourself when no one does, cause in the end u only got yourself when no one is standing beside you.
One day you'll find yourself on a street crowded with people you know, but you realize that you don't really know them. You just know what they want you to know and see what they want you to see, because all they have done is control you, your whole life.
So, take a stand for yourself. Don't be afraid of anyone cause you are enough for all of them. You are stronger than them. You just never knew it, cause they hid it from you to keep you tied to their fingertips so that they could control your every move.
But now's the time. It still isn't late. You are yet alive. Do whatever you want to do. Be what you want to be, cause you just broke your puppet master, not just the threads by taking a stand.
Walk up those stairs and be your own minister and decide what you want to do, or who you wanna be, cause the body, the heart, the soul everything that makes you only belongs to you.
You don't have to be thin or fat, tall or short, fair or dark, you just have to be yourself.
Just kick society in the crotch and show the world your real strength, you'll see the true beauty that isn't accessories or makeup or a dupatta or a skirt. It's you and what you choose to be, cause girl you are the most beautiful creature God has ever created.
Don't be afraid to change. Welcome it with open arms and accept it.
Eat whatever you want to eat, wear whatever you like to wear, do whatever you wish to do be it dance, sing, write, paint, study, join a band, ride a bike or fly high. Whatever it is that you wish to do just do it. NOW!!!
Don't let society hold you back. Cause you don't have forever, live your life instead of just surviving. Do what makes you happy not what makes others happy.
Just open your wings and take the flight you've always dreamt about. And if someone tries to hold you back just spit in their eyes and punch their nose. Show them what you're made of and that no one can tie you up any longer.
BE YOURSELF, BE HAPPY!!!
FUCK OFF, PEOPLE!!!
Yours,
Fucked up, teen girl.
I love you and will always support you.❤
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asparklerwhowrites · 6 days ago
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writing characters who corrupt themselves
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We've all heard of character's who get corrupted by other people, or due to external circumstances. But what about characters who corrupt...themselves?
So how do you write a character like that?
#1. Give them a 'dark side'
These characters might be the sunniest, most friendly people you've ever met, but give them a dark side. Even if most of the characters don't see it, it lingers in the character's mind, and the subtleties in their behaviour. Their dark side has the potential to overwhelm them - but they fight it. There need to be people/events/memories that trigger this dark side :D
#2. What caused this dark side?
Painful, past trauma, or perhaps a situation that required this dark side to exist. Try to create a complex. woven backstory that seems organic and true to their dark side - the dark side is the result of their past, not the other way around. A character who lives to avenge their parents would probably be envious of their friends' parents.
#3. Their descent
What differs these characters from regular corrupted characters that their decsent to darkness is inveitable. No matter what happens, even if they 'win' - these characters are drawn to darkness of their own will. While there needs to be a 'trigger' of sorts - it doesn't need to be as dramatic as that of a 'trigger' in a corruption arc. For example, a character has to spend a few days in isolation, away from everyone who grounds them to reality. This could also serve as a trigger.
#4. Show their evilness
Show them being evil. Show them doing bad things. Show them hurting the people they love. Unlike ordinary corrupted characters, whose 'darkness' is not as thick, these kind of characters willingly gave into the darkness within themselves, so they spare no mercy to those around them. They don't make concessions for the people who loved them...
#5. The (possible) redemption
The only way for characters like them to get redeemed is by solving whatever caused this 'darkness' inside them in the first place. These kind of stories tend to revolve around characters who learn to let go of the past, or learn forgiveness - alternatively, it can be them resolving their trauma, or having someone who guides them to the light. It depends - and of course, not all characters who corrupt themselves need to be redeemed :P
*tokyo revengers manga spoiler chapters 200+* a good example of a character who corrupts themself, is mikey from tr. despite all the various futures takemichi has seen, mikey is always a 'bad guy' because it wasn't kisaki, or izana, or anyone who corrupted him, per se, but rather it was the 'dark impulsivity' in himself, a result of the unresolved trauma over Shinichiro, Emma, and Izana's death.
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wtfvaidehi · 4 months ago
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Two lovers in the 17th century. A pure, beautiful human girl and a mysterious, brooding vampire. An unique collision of two worlds. She would handwrite letters to him and so would he to her. In her letters, he would read about sunshine, pretty skies, her garden and her pets, and how much she missed him. He would write to her about how much he ached for her and that he would marry her someday. His immortality and his abilities were still unknown to the innocent lass.
Centuries later, he had realised how much of a curse his immortality actually is. She had passed away hundreds of years back and he spent all of his days in agony, drowning in his sorrows. To him, these were the longest centuries and perhaps the hardest to live through. Everywhere he went, he carried a piece of her with him. A piece of her light. The only things he had of her were her letters to him and the memories, and in a way she was immortal through them. He knew that he would forever continue to love her and hopefully they would meet again. In another lifetime.
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original work ♡
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hitmyheadsohard · 6 months ago
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and just when they were about to touch the stars, the sun came up,
it left burnt scars on their hands,
and that's when they became one,
for their scars were the same
and they both loved the sun.
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miss-femme-fatale · 20 days ago
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The Feminine Woman
A feminine woman is capable of receiving whatever her heart desires! She can put the masculine at ease. Both energies combined in a relationship can complete each other seamlessly. A special, innate gift granted to us by Mother Nature. However, our current world has been specifically designed, for us women to become hyper-masculine & assertive. Neglecting our divine feminine energy entirely. Society has groomed us from a young and tender age that we must:  "Toughen up!"  "Stop being so- emotional; no one will take you seriously!"
Our media has taught us through books, movies, and television shows that being  Ultra-feminine is perceived to be: "Useless", "Weak" "Too Naive", and "High Maintenance" & "Mean". These terms can be extremely, harmful to us women. Especially, if we have not learned how to correctly, balance both our Masculine and Feminine energies. It's 100% essential for women (especially black women) to never neglect our Divine Feminine Energy! Regardless if you work a 9-5 job, you are an entrepreneur, a student still figuring out what you want to do in life. Or you are simply a stay-at-home mom nurturing your home and family. You’d be surprised by the amount of good treatment you will receive from society(especially from men).
It's never too late to change your life for the better darling
follow @miss-femme-fatale for more posts <3
Miss femme fatale
(chichi)
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iwatchsky · 2 months ago
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Beautiful Moments Happen In The Past.
You didn’t know sleeping in best friend’s lap was beautiful until she moved in a different house, in different city, in different country. You didn’t know touching his face was beautiful until you separated your ways to never see each other again. You didn’t know pushing your head in a soft pillow was beautiful until you landed in a new city, clueless, on your own. You didn’t know the hug you gave that person was beautiful until he died. Comfort is in the past, reminisced in its absence. Warmth valued in the grip of frost. Love known amid those fondled by apathy. Until worst mastered you don’t know what good is and until the death clasps- life.
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white-poppie · 27 days ago
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Hey! I saw your kurapika fic and saw you do reqs, I was wondering if you could do a kite (hxh) x reader where reader maybe braids/does his hair? Totally fine if you're busy, I think you write well!
Hi Anon! Thank you so much!! I am extremely happy that you like my work. Here is my first requested fic
Kite x Reader
My Rapunzel
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(Ps I made the banner, so please don't reuse it ♥) Character: Kite Source: Anime-Hunter x Hunter Genre: fluff Warnings: none Writer: @white-poppie
You and Kite had been associates for a protracted period by now. Your interest and love for animals and conservation for nature merited you a place in Kite's team. With time you and Kite grew closer, much closer than the others. Kite and all the team use a building specifically for living and researching.
You and Kite sat in his room. A comfortable silence encompassed the air as you both worked; him on his laptop, and you handled the manuscripts.
You sneakily lifted your gaze and watched him work. His silver hair shined as sunlight danced on them. His slender, ghostly fingers transcribed furiously on the laptop. Every once in a while, he paused to admire his progress, cracked his knuckles, and started working again.
You noticed that he threw his head back while working. His bangs moved up when he rolled his head back, and down again when he sat straight. He huffed in annoyance and blew his hair out of his face.
You snorted and slowly got up to get a hairbrush and band.
"Sit straight," you ordered as Kite looked at you, bewildered.
You smiled languidly," sit straight so I can tie do your hair, it has been irritating you for a while now,"
He laughed, his dulcet voice embraced the air like the evening perfume of night blossoms. He sat on the bed as the chair was a bit higher for you, "my hair is now all yours, your highness."
You took a part of his hair, kept your hand under it and slowly ran the brush, being as gentle as possible. You did the same with all of his hair, unknotting, any knots in them. You decided to have a little fun, so you started braiding his hair. You tugged on one side, securing it.
"EEP!" Kite overreacted.
"I am so sorry!" you panicked.
"Nah-Nah I was just joking."You hit his head with the other side of the brush.
Your hands moved swiftly, plaiting his mane, which made perhaps the most beautiful braid ever.
"Done, Rapunzel." You grinned, proudly.
Kite looked at himself in the mirror, "Looks nice," he said softly.
He turned towards you and cupped your face in his cold hands. His soft lips grazed your forehead and kissed your temple.
"Thank you."
Thank you for requesting this fanfiction, hopefully, this met your expectations. Please like and reblog it if you find it nice. The story is written by me and please do not plagiarize my work. If you find anyone copying this, please inform me ASAP. This took a lot of effort. If this fic inspired you in any way, please don't forget to tag me!! If you want to request any kind of prompt/fic please feel free to do so. The link for my ask box is in the description. Love @white-poppie
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bleehhhhgirl · 3 months ago
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She reads countless books on anatomy, but none with an explanation on why an empty heart feels so heavy but a full heart, so weightless.
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asparklerwhowrites · a month ago
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Unpopular writing advice <3
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As always, I don't mean to offend anyone!! This is just the way I think, feel free to (constructively) criticize and disagree with me.
#1. Force yourself to write
When you're in a slump, and you just don't want to write - you have to FORCE yourself to. Even if its just a paragraph, and its a terrible paragraph, you have to FORCE yourself, because technically, it's the only way you'll find motivation to write again.
#2. First drafts are not as good as you think they are
Unless you're a writer with years and years of practice with editors who help you out, your first drafts aren't gonna be that great. Even if you STUCK with your outline and characters - you're going to need to rewrite it. I know that it's a bit of an 'older' ideology or whatever, but just editing your first draft and not rewriting and scrapping parts isn't going to help your story and craft get better.
#3. Thinking your writing is completely perfect is not okay
A lot of writers go through this- you think that your writing is absolutely out of this world, until you learn that your writing actually isn't going to get better. Until you start critquing your own writing, and understanding its flaws instead of turning a blind eye - that's actual growth.
#4. Your wip may not ACTUALLY be found family
Found family is used so laissez-faire-ly nowadays that half the books aren't even ACTUAL found family. The essence of the trope is being lonely and completely lost, without an actual family, and the people you meet and befriend become your dysfunctional family instead. While my wip has elements of found family, I won't claim that it is a 'found family book' because it doesn't fulfill all the tropes.
#5. Writing fluff and filler is a-okay
Fluff and fillers add such a sweet content that absolutely matter and shouldn't be cut out fOr tHe pLoT - its so underrated okay.
#6. Accepting criticism is a must (if you want to grow as a writer)
It's really hard - but its genuinely the only way to improve if you wanna become better! Other people's perspectives and feedback are a great, great way to improve your writing. You don't have to do it right away, or when you're not ready - but someday, oneday you'll have to.
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