#Symptoms of Panic Attacks

[ink-the-artist]

blood animals

[mosstrades]

THE FUCKING TMA VIOLINS AS [ERROR] EMERGES. YOU CANT DO THAT TO ME YOU CANT FUCKING DO THAT TO ME YOU CANT YOU CANT

[shartfinz]

Your autism spectrum symptoms are high.

[clowningaroundmars]

i still cannot get over The Twins like.

imagine.

you have another version of you out there arguably living a life just as difficult as yours, if not more, that you can talk to at literally Any Time! and they're You so you basically already have half a convo down anytime you decide to pop on over via a portal

1610 and 42 stepping out of their respective portals side-by-side just to stroll out of an alleyway like nothin happened just going:

1610: LOUD SIGH

42: rough day too huh?

1610, brushing debris off of his shoulder: yeeep. another run-in with the rhino. again.

42: you didn't lock his dumb ass up like, last month? how'd he get out?

1610: don't know, don't care. so done with this week, i just wanna... i dunno. hibernate til spring 😮‍💨

42: man, what a mood.

1610: what happened to you? you look like you had a rougher day than me!

42, covered in visible bruises and cuts along with his bandages: mannnn... rougher week more like. well... rougher life. but. anyways.

they both nod at each other in Understanding

[etherealspacejelly]

being on stimulant medication is like

if you cant make your own panic attacks, store-bought is fine

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

yk, its weird being Way Too Aware & In Control of yourself bc technically i believe im having a panic attack. but somehow i am Very Unbothered by this, bc i know whats happening and its illogical. my body's having an overreaction and i couldn't be fucked to join in

[cherrycreamsicle]

Yall oh my god I'm a lesbian

[bugmistake]

the thing about anxiety is that sometimes you will wake up in the middle of the night for seemingly no reason. and the thing about having The Condition That Makes Your Body Hurt Because Your Joints Go Too Far And Sublux When You Lay Down Funny So It's Hard To Find A Position That's Comfortable For A Long Time Syndrome is that sometimes you can't go back to sleep because your body hurts real bad

[coffeerant]

I barely use this secondary blog. I thought I would come on here and write something personal though, because it's been on my mind for a while.

I considered sending an ask to prominent fatphobia/fat positivity blogs to talk about this and draw attention to it, but I am kind of too shy to do that so I'm just going to make my own post.

I would really like to see more discussions about how fatphobia affects people with somatic symptom disorder/health anxiety, people who have panic attacks and anxiety from forms of thantophobia.

I developed cardiophobia a while ago, a fear of cardiac arrests/heart attacks/anything related to serious cardiac events. It has taken on a form of OCD with how I obsess over my pulse rate, and it affects my everyday life, makes me avoid important things. It is a horrible experience, I wouldn't wish it on anyone.

You know what doesn't help?

The vicious, malicious fear-mongering of an early death due to a heart attack if you are fat. The chanting of how your arteries are going to be stuffed with cholesterol because you don't diet and because you are oooh so daring enough to not constantly monitor what you eat. How dare you?

This is going to already negatively affect people who don't suffer from a form of Health anxiety! So, the people do who? It is an all encompassing fear that triggers painful panic attacks for me. It doesn't matter if, rationally I know that body's are more complicated than diet industry and fear mongering fatphobia would have you believe because- I suffer from the -irrational- fears. The lies I've been told my whole life still affect me.

These people don't care though. They don't care if it causes you mental and physical harm. They don't care if you are disabled (either or both physically and mentally. Health anxiety can be very disabling and disruptive.) They will say on their dying breath that they just care about health and not appearance, but that's not true or they wouldn't be doing this. They just want to see you skinny, no matter how much pain or negative effects that has.

And you know what? I want to see more fat representation of older people, here and everywhere.

I want to see people in their 40s, 50s 60s and so on who are fat and don't care. I want the notion that fat people die an early death from just being fat to be shoved away, because it's not true.

[arminsumi]

Everything Will Be Alright

Oneshot / A. Arlert

Armin helps you through a panic attack.

Cws; fluff, he calls you darling, discusses panic attack, mentions symptoms, pre-est relationships (Dating + living together)

Notes; I wrote this during a panic attack (not a major one, or anything) and it oddly helped me calm down

Armin carried you to his bed, the warmth of his chest filling you with a comfortable fuzzy feeling.

After he laid you down on his bed, he leaned over you to give your forehead a small kiss. How could his lips be so soft?

"Do you need anything? Some water, maybe?"

You sniffled and nodded.

"Okay, wait here for me, darling. I'll be back."

So you waited while he trotted to the cozy kitchen of his apartment.

Nausea and nerves buzzed in your body, and soothing breaths only barely helped to steady them.

The tensing feeling in your tummy only dispersed when Armin's soft face popped back into the room.

"Sorry for being a lot to handle..." You mumbled apologetically.

He looked at you adoringly and leaned one palm on the bed besides you, pressing his weight into the bed. His other hand brought a glass of crystal cold water to you.

"Don't say that. You're so good for me all the time, I couldn't dream of someone more lovable than you." He said softly, "Here, drink this for me, even if it's a little sip."

You took weak sips on the water. Ah, refreshing lukewarm water.

"Have a few more sips, just little ones — come on, just little ones." Armin coaxed gently.

His pretty eyes captured your attention. They emanated a serene, wonderful feeling that was capable of soothing your soul.

You sipped more water, but that was all you could manage. Armin set the glass down on the table next to his bed. He made sure to do that gently, because he knew how sensitive you were to sound right now. Even the smallest noise of glass hitting wood stirred your chest.

"You're doing good, darling. You're really strong, you know that?" He praised.

"Do you need cuddles?" He asked.

You nodded, and muttered a small "Yes, please."

So Armin climbed onto the bed, his weight pressing into the mattress. The sound of fabric rustling as he cozied up next to you was oddly calming.

His arms wrapped around your body, and you found yourself able to relax at last. All the knotted tension in your body disentangled.

Armin was perfectly warm, it made you feel wonderfully fuzzy. His chest was soft, the fabric of his white shirt was soft... everything finally felt as soft as it felt before your panic attack started.

You took a deep inhale. He smelled clean, and his hair had a vaguely fruity scent.

"Put your head on my chest, my Love." He spoke gently in your ear. His voice felt like a lullaby.

You laid your head on his chest, and listened to the comforting sound of his heartbeat. Finally, the dizzy swirl of life came to a still, and the loud world muted.

"Don't you worry about a thing, okay?" He said in a calm, low pitch, "I've got you safe in my arms, nothing can hurt you." He assured, and then he began to stroke your hair.

Sometimes his lowered to soothingly thumb your cheek, or kissed your head.

"Just focus on my heartbeat, and close your eyes." He said, "I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying right here with you." He assured, like he could read your racing mind.

He even hummed for you, and it was the song that reminded him of when you two fell in love. How did it go again? Do you remember? What song was it that played when you realized your love for each other?

He hushed you when you groaned.

He handled you with a gentleness that only Armin could have. His whole focus was on you, and keeping you safe in his embrace, your body pressed tightly against his body.

"I'm scared." You muttered into his shirt.

"Of what?" He asked, slowing his petting.

"Of the future... everything happens so fast these days. I don't want all the good times to end, and I just get left behind."

"Aw, my darling... don't you even worry about that, okay? The future only comes one day at a time. And you wont get left behind; I'm going to be right here with you through everything."

He giggled, and added, "I'll carry you on my back like a backpack if I have to!" He joked, and played with your nose.

Then he leaned down to bump his nose against yours, which got you laughing gently. He always knew how to get you smiling again after a rough time.

He paused, then raised his face and kissed your forehead, and murmured against it, "I love you so much, my darling angel."

You mumbled those three words right back, but in a dozy voice.

He let out a cute laugh through his nose, "So cute." He cooed.

With your body clinging to him in this position, he felt so happy. You were just his little darling.

When I edited this, I was quite taken aback at the fact I wrote this in such an awful state. It turned out better than the things I write in a good state, how does that make sense!

P.s. I'm alright! I seldom get panic attacks, and they are not severe. It's just that this month has been a bit rough with school and mental health.

[thedreadvampy]

think I figured out why I've been in a full trauma trigger state for the last week+ and iiiiiiit is embarrassing

it's because I went on a nice date that I enjoyed

and in the background without even TALKING TO ME ABOUT IT my brain decided to start freaking the fuck out about the inevitability of abuse and the essential harm I do by existing in the world. but like. in the background. to the degree that I have at most been vaguely aware that that's even a thought process I was having let alone that it was what was distressing me.

but I have laid out some timelines of when I entered 24/7-panic-attack mode and it lines up precisely to going home after a nice date. for fuck's sake.

trauma is stupid and emotions are dumb. and if trauma shit is going to fuck up my whole week my brain could at least have the good grace to tell me what I'm upset about.

[thirstyvampyr]

The shower here have no water pressure I have THICK curly hair this is my very own handcrafted by satan himself piece of hell

[bigskydreaming]

Thank you for the assistance. I have got my meds, I am good to go, it'll take a few days for my synapses to all get back to firing properly but they have everything they need to do that now which is. A huge relief. Back to the No Distractions Cave!

[scenedenial]

dr cut my lexapro dose and now i’m violently shaking and my limbs and head feel like cement … hmmm 🤔

[torchickentacos]

Does anyone else truly HATE being excited? I hate waiting for things that I'm looking forward to. Excitement is uncertainty. It's nervousness, it's energy, it's this weird sense of dread for something that I'm REALLY looking forward to. It's suffocating. I hate countdowns to announcements to things that I want to know more about. I would rather just wake up and check my phone and see what it was through a calm outline. It's physically uncomfortable for me to be excited for things. Does anyone else know what I mean???