#flightorfight

[crockersbian]

worst part about tumblr is not feeling ashamed enough or anything about an old Deliberately Confrontational Opinions Post to actually delete it but not wholly agreeing with it anymore (including Thinking Its Technically Correct But Missing Some Framing/Nuance/ETC) to the point that some random finding and reblogging it activates flightorfight

[picsfortheday]

[esminlee]

Sometimes, it hurts like hell.

[freedombygrace]

My brain freezes and I disconnect, autopilot comes much too easily but I don’t want it anymore

[jeremycarrsworld]

It’s never been about finding an aesthetic or money for me. It’s jus that I wanna document my life. I’m not getting any younger. I may end up forgetting. So I jus go in life riding it the best I can with what I got. May as well have fun doing it! I understand how important it is to find a niche and have an aesthetic which I feel I’m still trying to find. Honestly, sometimes I have no idea what I’m doing | #ollopk #wfpf #freerunning #parkour #outsideallday #limitless #cutthecords #midwestmovement #goodvibesonly #lifestyle #triumphfreerunning #storror #3run #flightorfight #stlouisgram #stlouisblogger #stlouisphotographer #nikon #canon #instagood #springs #composition #beheadwear #portrait #landscape #aperture #lens #model #light #shadow | (at Meramec Springs State Park)

[tatianaartsydney-blog]

A close up of “Flight or Fight”, 200cm x 310cm, acrylic on canvas.

[malialaka]

#challengeaccepted Emerging from darkness is our strength and sheer will to not give up even if it comes with illness, pain, damage and distortion of truths hidden in the midst of our predators. It took a good day to capture one photo as we predict and assume the UV from sunlight would capture this image of a person going through phases of life trying to hold on to peace while a noose of torture ( hair, history, not letting go, pain ) doesn’t escape the loop of destroying lives attached to the event. I’ve fallen into categories of statistics by empathy , but I refuse to be a victim and related to victims with no way to free them but to Hope. Enlightened by being empowered, empowering and being kind endlessly that gives me knew wisdom I find truths . I see and hear women who spill out their stories to me, I can only give advice from experiences and support where it exist. Thankfully resources are there, but wanting, needing and going to it are different things I wish wasn’t hard for a person. I refuse to be a victim , there are women who also refuse to victims so we must fight for each other in support , love and wisdom. #embraceyourself #flightorfight #womenempowerment #womensupportingwomen ... ... #wetplatecollodion Photo taken by #danielfinchum @malamaainadan . Along side and developed on a river on Kaua’i. We carried our excess bucket and the equipment in and out to malama “care” for the islands natural micro environment. Fresh running water like a lo’i “running water aquaponic pond” is need to keep the glass moist. https://www.instagram.com/p/CDPrTumnQxn/?igshid=wmbsbj8b2nh1

[animalsarejerks]

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“You're too happy, human. Time to take you down a notch.” 😼 #LawOfTheJungle #MerryChristmasYaFilthyAnimal #HitmanAnimals #FlightOrFight #PS4 . . . . . #funnycat #funnyanimals #catsofinstagram #catsdaily #videoclip #funnyanimalvideos #catsareweird #catsareassholes #catsaresuchdicks #catsarejerks #jerk #jerks #jerksofinstagram #toomuchcatnip #AnimalLover #HilariousAnimals #sillycats #catproblems #catsareawesome #hilariouscat #AnimalVideos #AnimalsBeingJerks #AnimalsAreJerks

[naturalhealthgodsway]

It Was Over. . . and then He Hugged Me!

I found myself staring at papers suing me for divorce and custody of my two small children. A visit to a lawyer revealed that if I wanted any hope of raising my children, I needed to counter-sue. But f I was to counter-sue for divorce, a nightmares shouted, I'd lose any prospect of ever engaging in ministry in God's House! No more teaching Sunday School, singing on the praise teams, kids choir leadership, or assistance in the office. . . This nightmare whispered that I would never minister again if I sued for divorce. . . And the trauma got worse. . . Fleeing my husband had been traumatic as it was. I was raised that marriage was for life and I'd been trying for two years by that point to keep it together. My ex had said if anyone came to take the kids away, he'd meet them with a gun. . . This was the last straw in what had become an abusive relationship. The counselors at the women's shelter identified financial, sexual, relational, social, and emotional areas of abuse . .. Physical abuse wasn't in the mix, but some of the other scars I swear cut deeper and hurt worse than physical wounds ever could! Flight or fight syndrome kept me going on extremely little sleep as I wrapped up affairs and prepared to get my children out of Alberta and back into my home province. My sister made a kamikaze trip with a rented van to whisk my two small children and myself, and what few belongings we could grab from the house, out of that city! So here I was, three months into life back in British Columbia, struggling with the thought that not only had I fled a failed marriage, but I was now facing the prospect of never serving in my Lord's House again. I honestly don't know which was more traumatic. Finally I did it. . . I replaced the phone in its cradle and sat down at my desk,. . . I'd begun the counter-sue. . . As the fall season began, I figured the one place I could still minister was in the choir. . . at least there it seemed few people asked questions and perhaps I could minister if no one knew what I was facing. Those first three months had been a whirlwind of activity in spite of how tender my nerves were. I was putting myself through college to get a career to feed my children. I'd found that little basement suite. Found a car. Put my son back into kindergarten and my daughter into daycare. There was no room for tears, no room for emotional outbursts. . . Until the divorce proceedings began to jump into full swing. . .

Then it snowed. . . Things were emotionally tense and my poor lawyer needed calming down more than I did. . . I looked out the window and saw snow blanketing everything. . . That would be the first time I felt God's overwhelming, calming, reassuring peace. . . the first time I would solidly get the message that God had it all under control. . . There would be many more emotionally trying moments, and any time I would come to the end of my rope thinking I couldn't take a moment more, it would snow! Right into the spring of the year 2000. As proceedings were winding down, God quelled another stressful and emotional moment with a late spring freak snowfall! I shook my head and prayed, asking God for a positive outcome to this nightmare. The divorce finalized by the end of June, early July of 2000, with the courts giving me custody of the children with no alimony or child support. Now I was truly on my own, two small children in tow, a personal reputation lying in so many shards at my feet. . . Tears joined those shards. . . many tears. . . My education had wrapped up and I would begin life as a working single mother that fall. My ex had insisted we live off welfare while he went to college several times, tried to urge me to find work while pregnant twice, and sponged off the church the rest of the time between short stints at various jobs. So I was determined we wouldn't sponge off the government or the church! We would be as self-sufficient as possible, as responsible as possible, as upstanding as possible, so that no one would have reason to look upon my household as leaches or lazy bums. I also determined that we wouldn't live on the street, that I would do whatever was necessary to keep a roof over our heads and food on the table! I lived this way until 2006 when the second biggest personal storm would explode in my face and send me on probably the harshest whirlwind I'd ever experienced! My parents were moving away. My ex was threatening me with possible court action again and challenging my morals with the kids. My son was having major issues in school and at home, and I was getting nowhere with the school leadership. All this kicked up between late September and October, and I found myself slipping into a depression. Offers of hope in conversation or circumstance turned into blinding trains bowling me over under their wheels so often that by the time December rolled around, I was scared to get excited for anything, fearful that if I got too happy over something, that it would tear me to shreds! This storm continued into 2007. A three week lull whipped up into a fury as my son was expelled from school and a guy who feigned mentoring my son to get my hand instead, was kicked out of our lives. Hardly a week after kicking that guy out of our lives, and hardly two weeks after obeying God's prompting to put my kids into the public school, I was sitting at my desk at noon on a quiet shift for an online tech support company, when suddenly I was enveloped in such an incredible warmth that I thought I'd fall asleep on the spot! I straightened up shaking myself wondering what just happened! It was then that an unmistakable sensation came over me, as if God were holding me in a 360 degree embrace and saying, "NOW I can love you!" Fresh tears flowed as I soaked in a love I'd never anticipated could flow from God to me. I honestly had never learned that God could touch my emotions. I had never expected that God's love and talk of His Bride would be anything more than ethereal head knowledge found in the pages of Scripture. Needless to say I had to go diving through the Scriptures to make sure I hadn't suddenly snapped and fallen off the deep end. This began a journey of healing and restoration I talk about in my book series, “Becoming the Bride of Christ: A Personal Journey”. God has brought me to healing and restored many of the ministries He'd given me in the past.

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[pinklettuceluv]

#ptsd And when a person with this #injury is thrown into a totally different environment and situation— you just can’t #predict the #reaction or #response / as it is some of us are #flightorfight by #instinct —- it’s not who we are 💯 it’s what you got at that moment

[99sabee99]

#stephenking #bevvincent #book #flightorfight #novella #story #shortstory #reading https://www.instagram.com/p/BuQa_6nhhLO/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ryni50t20uxo

[yasighra]

Leave, Stay, or Go? What matters most? Where I want to be.... up in the air. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ #flightOrFight #fly #travellersnotebook #sky #lifestyle #landscapedesign #cloudscape #landscapephotography #wanderer #lust #traveling #travel #blogger #blog #view #architecture #life #moments #window #worldofportraits #world #photography #skyphotography #airplane #nightsky #traveljunkie #mexico #love #adventures (at Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bs2Ubi_Am5Y/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=xew7p9v9qgsj

[imlivingbipolar]

#bipolarblogger #depression #saddness #hurt #emotional #cry #scream #flightorfight #digdeep #Ihatethis #Imstressed #beyondstressed #dooverday https://www.instagram.com/p/BsoRPLHgSyr/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=m3g8mq23ufzs

[shokoraa]

Selfmachine

Selfmachine

FFN: selfmachine by FlightOrFight

By: Jorie2127 (Flight_orFight)

Summary: There’s a name on his lips, accompanied with a number on top of white, soft mittens. Due, Sette. Familiar, even if not in the right language. And even then, it took him a couple weeks to piece it together. Tsu, Na. It’s the Japanese for the numbers on the mittens. His name, or so he thinks. It sounds right, and he can now at least give something to other to call him.

(Or what would happen if a Sky couldn't feel anything at all? Will he be able to have Elements if he can't form attachments? Tsuna doesn't know but he wants to at least try.)

Status: Complete

Words: 3,960  Chapters: 1/1  Language: English

Fandom: Katekyou Hitman Reborn!

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M, Multi

Characters: Sawada Tsunayoshi, Arcobaleno (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!), Reborn (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!), Skull (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!), Fon (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!), Luce (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!), Verde (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!), Mammon | Viper, Lal Mirch, Colonnello (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!), Checker Face | Kawahira

Relationship: Arcobaleno/Sawada Tsunayoshi, Arcobaleno & Sawada Tsunayoshi

Additional Tag: Schizoid Personality Disorder, Tsuna can't feel anything, it doesn't bother him, This is Pre-Curse, This is me wondering what would happen to sky that can't form attachments, I'll probably practice writing porn with this, You Have Been Warned

[throughtheeyesblogg]

Anxiety

Feeling nervous, restless or tense.Having a sense of impending danger, panic or doom.Having an increased heart rate.Breathing rapidly (hyperventilation)Sweating.Trembling.Feeling weak or tired.Trouble concentrating or thinking about anything other than the present worry.

How does it feel having anxiety?

In some cases, the emotions become so severe they lead to a panic attack, a sort of weaponized anxiety that hits fast and hard and includes such symptoms as dizziness, rapid heart rate, depersonalize or out-of-body experience and a fear of losing control or dying.

Feeling nervous, restless or tense.

Having a sense of impending danger, panic or doom.

Having an increased heart rate.

Breathing rapidly (hyperventilation)

Sweating.

Trembling.

Feeling weak or tired.

Trouble concentrating or thinking about anything other than the present worry.

The most common are:

Generalized anxiety disorder (GAD) A person feels anxious on most days, worrying about lots of different things, for a period of six months or more.

Social anxiety.

Specific phobias.

Panic disorder.

Obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD)

Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD)

Here are some helpful, actionable tips you can try the next time you need to calm down.

Breathe.

Admit that you're anxious or angry.

Challenge your thoughts.

Release the anxiety or anger.

Visualize yourself calm.

Think it through.

Listen to music.

Change your focus.

Anxiety can trigger your flight-or-fight stress response and release a flood of chemicals and hormones, like adrenaline, into your system. In the short term, this increases your pulse and breathing rate, so your brain can get more oxygen. This prepares you to respond appropriately to an intense situation.

Anxiety attacks usually peak within 10 minutes, and they rarely last more than 30 minutes. But during that short time, you may experience terror so severe that you feel as if you're about to die or totally lose control.

[doctorjoelrosen]

#readiness is a measure of #hrv #heartratevariability, body temperature #restingheartrate and #respiratoryrate . If you’re trying to #healthebody , you have get out of #flightorfight and #overwhelm by doing the small things https://www.instagram.com/p/BnyVjBOHf_l/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=liddbuy44y95