#panic attacks at night

[numberonepaintertastemaker]

How to Stop Panic Attacks at Night

What Are Panic Attacks at Night?

Panic attacks at night, often called nocturnal panic attacks, are sudden episodes of intense fear that occur during sleep or as you’re about to fall asleep. Unlike daytime attacks, these episodes wake you up suddenly, leaving you feeling disoriented and panicked.

Common Symptoms

Panic attacks at night manifest both physically and emotionally:

Physical Symptoms: Racing heart, sweating, shortness of breath, chest tightness, trembling, and dizziness.

Emotional Symptoms: Feelings of impending doom, fear of losing control, or the sensation that you’re dying.

Causes of Panic Attacks During Sleep

Stress and Anxiety: Ongoing worry can lead to an overactive nervous system.

Sleep Disorders: Conditions like sleep apnea or insomnia may trigger panic attacks.

Lifestyle Factors: Late-night caffeine, alcohol, or irregular sleeping patterns can play a role.

Immediate Steps to Calm Down

Breathing Techniques: Use box breathing (inhale for 4 counts, hold for 4, exhale for 4, and hold again for 4).

Grounding Exercises: Focus on your senses—touch, sight, sound, smell, and taste—to bring yourself to the present moment.

Relaxation Methods: Try progressive muscle relaxation or listen to calming music.

Long-Term Strategies to Prevent Nighttime Panic Attacks

Establish a Regular Sleep Routine: Go to bed and wake up at the same time daily.

Limit Stimulants: Avoid caffeine, alcohol, and heavy meals before bed.

Manage Stress: Incorporate relaxation techniques like yoga or meditation into your daily routine.

Therapeutic Approaches

Cognitive Behavioral Therapy (CBT): Helps you reframe negative thoughts that trigger panic attacks.

Exposure Therapy: Gradual exposure to fear-inducing situations can reduce sensitivity.

EMDR: Useful for processing traumatic memories that may contribute to panic attacks.

Medication Options

Anti-Anxiety Medications: These can provide short-term relief but are best used under medical guidance.

Sleep Aids: Melatonin or prescribed medications can improve sleep quality.

The Role of Nutrition and Diet

Foods to Avoid: Caffeine, sugar, and alcohol can exacerbate anxiety.

Foods That Promote Calmness: Bananas, leafy greens, and foods rich in magnesium and omega-3 fatty acids.

Building a Calming Bedtime Routine

Meditation and Mindfulness: Use apps like Headspace or Calm.

Journaling: Write down worries to release them from your mind before bed.

Guided Relaxation: Use visualization techniques to imagine a peaceful place.

Environmental Changes for Better Sleep

Comfortable Bedding: Invest in high-quality pillows and mattresses.

Cool, Dark, and Quiet Room: Use blackout curtains and white noise machines to create a restful environment.

The Importance of Physical Activity

Benefits: Exercise reduces anxiety by releasing endorphins.

Best Exercises: Try light yoga, walking, or stretching before bed.

Understanding the Connection Between Panic and Sleep Cycles

REM Sleep: Disruptions in REM sleep can increase the likelihood of panic attacks.

Poor Sleep Hygiene: Irregular sleep patterns can heighten anxiety levels.

When to Seek Professional Help

Persistent panic attacks that affect your quality of life may require therapy.

Reach out to a licensed therapist specializing in anxiety disorders.

Personal Tips and Tricks from Experts

Many individuals have successfully managed nighttime panic attacks through consistent routines, mindfulness, and therapy. What worked for others might inspire you to try something new.

Conclusion

Nighttime panic attacks can be daunting, but they don’t have to control your life. By combining immediate calming techniques, lifestyle adjustments, and professional help, you can reduce their frequency and intensity. Remember, small steps add up, and your journey to restful nights is within reach.

FAQs About Nighttime Panic Attacks

Can a panic attack harm me physically? No, panic attacks are not physically harmful, though they can feel intense.

Why do panic attacks happen at night? Stress, poor sleep habits, and underlying anxiety often trigger them.

Can meditation really help? Yes, regular meditation can reduce overall anxiety and help prevent panic attacks.

Should I take medication for panic attacks? This depends on your situation. Consult a healthcare professional for advice.

How long does it take to overcome nighttime panic attacks? With the right strategies and support, many people notice significant improvement within weeks to months.

[oblique-lane]

Right here, right now

[wildestheart4ever]

Got to thinking about the aftermath of the day of Danny’s accident.

Do you think at the end of the day, when there are no excited parents eagerly yammering about their life’s work finally functioning or at other thing that kept him distracted from his thoughts of what happened

That he just sat in the quiet of his room terrified?

Kid just died, kinda, and those first few minutes of relief when he turned human again must have been staggering.

Like, waking up to find yourself lacking a heartbeat, looking completely different and staring at the mirror just to find something completely other?

Do you think he was just sitting on his bed at the end of the day, gripping his chest just to make sure that he still has a heartbeat terrified of the thought of it stopping?

[pixlokita]

A very glazed page 39

Previous - next - first

[melon-fodder]

cw: fingering, female orgasms, praise (?)

~

It takes a long time for Shouta to get you off.

It has nothing to do with him; he has plenty of experience and the patience of a saint. No, it’s entirely you.

He’s assured you a few times that he doesn’t care how long it takes or how messy you get or what sounds your body makes. He’s a grown fucking man. Still, you shrug it off, tell him that you’re more than okay with toys. You found what works for you and want to stick with it, and okay, he won’t argue. Your comfort is his top priority after all.

The sex is great, ranging from loving, languid sessions in the early morning hours to dirty fucking that makes it hard to look each other in the eye the following day. No matter what, though, it always ends with you and your vibrator. Sometimes you stay in bed, let Shouta watch with half-lidded eyes. Other times you scurry off to the bathroom so you can just hop in the shower when you’re finished.

He doesn’t take it personally, mostly because he knows he’d be able to get you off if given the chance. Not frustrated, just curious.

It takes months for you to finally let this wall down, and it’s only because you’re half delirious from Shouta’s fingers relentlessly toying with you for the last half hour. You don’t say it explicitly, no sweet little whine of please make me cum, sho (you’ll get there eventually). You just don’t tell him to stop, so he doesn’t.

Kneeling between your spread legs, Shouta listens to the way your breath hitches over and over again, little hiccups that turn into little mewls that turn into whispered swears and drawn out moans. Your thighs twitch every time he brushes your clit, whole body trembling when he dedicates most of his attention to the slick bud.

Your facial expression changes by the second, scrunched up as if in pain for a moment only to go completely slack the next. You squeeze your eyes shut only for them to pop back open in something like alarm before rolling into the back of your head.

He slips a finger inside of you to give you something to clench around, gives your clit a little break as he massages up and down your leaky slit, then picks back up.

Your body jack-knifes, air punched from your lungs, but still you don’t tell him to stop.

Shouta stares, his own heart starting to beat faster and harder as you quake beneath him. You moan his name. Gasp. Whimper. Keen. Pulled tight like a bowstring, fingers twitching, lip caught between your teeth. It looks like you’re being tortured.

Except slick is dripping from your pussy, seeping out around the fingers you’re fluttering around, and at this point if you asked him to stop, Shouta isn’t sure he’d be able to.

Because you’re so pretty, so fucking cute like this, chest moving rapidly with breaths that are much too shallow. Your lips part and tremble, forming the shape of a word only to be cut off by some animalistic noise. Your eyes are still rolling everywhere and nowhere, eyebrows knit together, and it seems like you’re on the edge forever. Shouta doesn’t think you can get any more tense than you are, and yet you somehow manage. He’s got you wound so tight, it’s a wonder your muscles aren’t cramping. Are you even breathing at all?

Your back arches suddenly, painfully, a broken moan pouring from your mouth, and then you’re spasming around his fingers, undulating and sobbing and cumming harder than Shouta ever thought possible.

“Oh g-god fu—oh~”

You’re unintelligible, gasping and panicking as your hips keep rolling. Shouta stops the onslaught on your clit but doesn’t remove his fingers, lets you clench around them as he moves to hover over you.

He shushes you gently, presses his forehead against yours and tells you, “deep breath, baby, it’s okay, just take a deep breath for me.”

And you do. It’s a fractured, shuddering thing, but it fills your chest, and Shouta nods in approval. “Good, good job, just like that. Again.”

Your eyes slowly lock onto his, not quite so wide anymore but now brimming with tears. You aren’t trembling the way you were before, simply shivering as if in some form of shock.

You whimper when he withdraws his fingers, but Shouta just nuzzles against your cheek, wiping his hand on the sheets before bringing it up to swipe the tears from your cheeks.

“You back with me?” he asks with a smile you can’t see. You take another deep breath and nod. “Good, that was so good.”

He’s not all that surprised when you wrap your arms around him and pull him down on top of you.

“Deep pressure,” you rasp, and Shouta chuckles, situating himself so that you’re taking the weight of his torso while his lower half rests between your legs.

You shake for a little while longer, humming every now and then as he strokes your hair, until your breaths resume a more even pace.

“Always more intense when it’s not my own hand,” you muse, voice quiet and strained, and Shouta makes a noise of acknowledgement to show he’s listening, “but that was… I didn’t think…”

He angles his face to stare at you now, eyebrow quirked. “You mean that’s not how it always is for you? I figured that was why you never let me…”

You shake your head. “No, I just go for my vibrator cause I’m impatient. Wasn’t trying to hide anything from you. If I knew it could be like that, though…”

Shouta presses a kiss to your sternum before pushing himself back up to his hands and knees.

“What, you would’ve let me do this sooner?” He’s a little too smug about it, especially considering how genuinely concerned he was just minutes ago. Now that you’ve calmed down, though, he can actually bask in the fact that he basically had your brains melting out of your fucking ears.

The sound that comes out of you is an incredulous sort of gurgle. Shouta doesn’t give you time to try to expand on it, just noses up your neck and teases in that deep voice he knows you love, “Will you let me do it again?”

[postgoblin]

i wish all emotionally immature mothers of transsexuals a very leave your daughter alone unless you're going to be fucking normal

[tangledinink]

Since the Geminis have been out in New York a couple of times, do their human disguises differ from the What Now Au?

I've shown off the Gemini's human disguises before, but I decided I wanted to draw them again, so--

Leo is usually very cool under pressure, and there aren't very many things that can rattle him... but wearing cloaking broaches is definitely one of them. Luckily, when one of them falters, the other always steps in.

Generally speaking, when they're at any public event, Leo leads and does most of the talking, and Donnie follows his cues and plays support. When they're in their human disguises, however, Donnie always takes control and puts himself out in front, bearing the lion's share of socializing for the night.

✩ the gemini ✩

[whumpypepsigal]

Nosferatu (2024): “I can’t breathe.”

[thecryptidart1st]

don’t mind me, just living vicariously through my friend’s universal horror nights photos

[randombrowngirl]

I need another drink

[bedcorpse]

2025 is the year we get mcr5 hahaha right guys. this is finally the year right.

[thoughtfulchaos773]

Favorite day of the week?

Not Sundays

Anxiety for the week?

That's when the whole restaurant is closed.

[monstraduplicia]

"I love you."

"Then act like it for once." "What about all the dolls? And all the clothes, and all the horses, and the galas? "Real love, true love, is about more than just things." "I wanted to give you more, so much more."

malcolm foxworth / corrine foxworth

[phantominzie]

i think the tabs open rn say a lot about how my night is going

[palabraasinnecesarias]

comfort

ao3 | ff.net

ship: ranma/akane words: 1,221

They had been back from Jusenkyo, safe and sound, it should have been enough.

It was the middle of the night, the entire city asleep it seemed, and Akane couldn’t help but lift her heavy eyelids due to being awaken by a light shake. She moaned hesitantly, gently lifting her body as she fixed her gaze once it landed on her fiancé. She could hardly make his figure in the dark bedroom, but she knew it was him.  

She sat up completely and reached over to click her desk lamp on, noticing Ranma wincing apologetically at her. And then it dawned on her, he was waking her again, for the second night in a row. 

The young girl adjusted herself firmly as quickly as she could, her hands reaching forward until latching themselves on his as she asked, “Ranma, are you alright?” She could feel his large hands easily clutch their hold onto hers, clammy and warm. He was trembling, not horribly, but enough to make her worry.  

He nodded once, and then seemingly retracted with a mild shake to his head, whispering a horsed, “Sorry.”  

“Hey,” she called to him, shifting closer to him with a weary smile, wobbly and faint, “it’s okay. I promise,” she insisted with a soft voice of her own, her cool composure soothing his mind if only for a mere moment. He was looking at her, his thick eyebrows furrowing, taking a moment to clear his mind.  

And then he winced again, taking his eyes off her, crouching forward to inhaled deeply before releasing.  

One of her palms pushed upwards onto his arm, squeezing tenderly before dragging it back down, finding herself reminding him that everything was alright, he just needed to continue breathing.  

After some time, noting he was appearing to compose himself compared to just moments ago, she heard Ranma clear his throat. “I, uh,” he said, appearing embarrassed as he couldn’t seem to face her, “sorry, ‘Kane.”  

“Ranma,” she sighed, her eyebrows knitting together as her hands reached to touch his face, each palm warmly cupping his cheeks and gently forcing him to look at her, “don’t apologize. You have nothing to say sorry for.” And she meant every word. The corners of her eyes squinted lightly, her brown eyes drawing him in, feeling his heart squeeze at the way she was looking at him. She was beyond beautiful, and he felt himself fight the intense desperation to pull her close.  

Her dark wispy hairs framed her round face perfectly, with her naturally flushed cheeks glowing upon her fair skin as her long eyelashes batted so slowly at him. She offered an essence of innocence, angelic almost, and it hurt somehow. She was alive, and breathing, calming him.  

They had been back from Jusenkyo, safe and sound, it should have been enough. But the mere memory of then, just days ago, dragged a ferocious nature within him concerning her. He let his cheek press onto her palm, melting at the way her still-worried face smiled faintly at him. Remembering those heinous moments, unable to ignore the grimace of pain stinging about his chest, piercing through his lungs, causing some sort of physical pain throughout his body.  

Ranma pulled her to him and held her tight, the urges to feel her breathing against him a lot stronger than he’d thought.  

Akane’s face pressed against his chest, gasping softly as his arms wrapped themselves around her, feeling his nose pin itself at the top of her hair. She could feel his beating heart, the heat of his skin sticking onto hers, his light scent of sandalwood emitting from his muscle tank. And she knew why he had sought her out in the middle of the night, having admitted it to her just yesterday.  

Ranma dreams pertaining her had begun twisting into unpleasant ones, apparently very realistic he found himself rushing to her. He needed to know that she was alive, that she was breathing, and not...dead. 

At first, he felt foolish knowing very well that she was fine; she’d been the one to announce them home when they had first arrived back to Nerima, seemingly returning to normal around the Tendo household. But there was an urge itching at the back of her mind to follow her each time she’d leave his sight to go elsewhere, like her bedroom, or to bathe. He just needed to know, finding himself casually knocking at her door, or waiting outside the bathroom just in case.  

Last night, Akane had walked in on him just as he was about to go searching for her, noticing he wasn’t well. She sat with him, easing his tension until he could breathe again. “We’re home, we’re safe.”  

“I just...” he swallowed a lump gnawing at his throat, and she could hear it so clearly, so crisp, at her ear, feeling the way his fingertips firmly dug into her flesh, “I gotta’ make sure you’re...”  

“I’m okay,” she whispered, encouragingly, and she’d known he heard her by the way his arms tighten. There was comfort in the way he held her.  

She hadn’t known for how long they’ve stayed sitting, embraced within his hold, but she could feel him begin to doze off as his cheek slipped from the top of her head. She shook herself gently, softly calling his name a few times until he responded back with muffled groan.  

“You should go to bed,” she said, smiling wider at the way he squeezed her again.  

“Not...yet,” he sighed, adjusting his chin on her shoulder.  

She pulled away, slow enough to make sure he didn’t go stumbling down on her bed, angling herself to search his gaze, grinning once she’d found his drowsy stare. He was sleepy, and very adorable. “Hey,” she called again, her smile still large and vibrant, “wanna’ spend the night?”  

That had been enough to slap him awake. The pigtail-wearing martial artist blinked a few times, thinking he was a lot sleepier that he’d imagine. But Akane chuckled silently, her hands finding themselves on his cheeks again, her cheeky grin playful and lively as she said, “Get your head out of the gutter.”  

“I wasn’t- I didn’t- I-”  

“I just meant,” she pushed strands of short hairs behind her ear as she glanced away momentarily, feeling herself get flustered at her own invitation, “if you wanna’. You don’t have to-”  

“I do.”  

She looked back at him, her meek smile small, and she nodded. “Okay.”  

Settling into her bed hadn’t been weird like she’d imagine it’d be. They both laid underneath her covers after clicking the lamp off, making it harder to see each other in the darkness.  

“Thank you, ‘Kane,” he said lowly, and she felt the strings of her heart get tugged, understanding his need of comfort.  

“Night, Ranma.”  

[buttfrovski]

the way he said this changed something in my brain forever