#by anxiety and panic and fear

[diamondzart]

I simply could NOT resist, okay?

I SHIP IT! I DON’T CARE! I SHIP IT :D

[pokedash55]

I don't know how psychologically sound this is but I had fun thinking about how Anxiety and Fear working together would actually be hell for Riley.

[happi-dreams]

whole bunch of inside out doodles cause hoo boy has it been festering in my brain

[beeclops]

[nancys-braids]

inspiration weekend

thanks for the tags @welcometololaland and @captain-gillian! i've had no time to actually write and make progress to this one but i've been thinking about it all week, so that's allowed right??

im actually so terrible at making an aesthetic moodboard pls forgive me

it's late here but ahhh no pressure tags to @your-catfish-friend @americansrequiems @reyesstrand @pelorsdyke @bonheur-cafe

@literateowl @alrightbuckaroo @eclectic-sassycoweyes

[aftonsparv-bugzz]

:33 < can we stop with the "oh if youre cringge ? just be yourself !! doont let people judge you !!" speech alterhuman community ? ihave avpd and it really shows yall do not think once about the fact that people could literally be disabled and not able to not let people judge them because yall just assume feeling fear because of judgement is a "silly little thing" and "just being yourself can fix it !!"

[sillylilysblog]

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[ineed-to-sleep]

Literally so embarrassing to feel embarrassed ever. Not very top energy of me

[kybercrystals94]

Again 

Read here on Ao3!

Angstpril 2024 | Day 27 | Prompt 27: Panicked 

Bad Things Happen Bingo Prompt: Paralyzed by Fear 

Rated: G | Words: 446 | Summary: Crosshair struggles as they approach the facility on Tantiss. | Character Focus: Crosshair, Hunter, Wrecker

“...with me, Cross, breathe with me,” Hunter’s voice is saying. 

“I can’t, I can’t,” Crosshair chokes out, “I can’t go back, Hunter, please…” 

Hunter pulls back a moment and takes off his helmet, allowing Crosshair to see his face. “Listen to me,” he says, reaching out and catching Crosshair’s trembling hand. He holds it tight, and it hurts, the way Crosshair’s knuckles grind together in Hunter’s grip. “I’m not going to let them take you. You will not be their prisoner again.”  

“You don’t know that,” Crosshair whispers, “You can’t promise that. We promised Omega…” 

“I know,” Hunter breathes. He leans forward, presses his forehead against Crosshair’s. “I know. But I will give my life before I let them take any of you again. That I can promise you.” 

Crosshair doesn’t like that promise. He doesn’t want that promise. “Don’t say that,” he growls, though the quaking panic rattling his lungs makes it come out like a broken sob. Maybe it is. 

But Hunter doesn’t retract the promise as he pulls away, still gripping Crosshair’s hand. 

“Sarge,” Wrecker says, standing over them, watching for patrols while Crosshair falls apart. “We gotta…” he doesn’t finish the sentence, doesn’t need to. 

We gotta go. We gotta go into the facility. We gotta find our sister. We gotta…we gotta…gotta…gotta…

Crosshair hates the whining sound he makes as another wave of panic crashes over him. I can’t. I can’t do this. Please, please don’t make me do this. Hunter…please…

Crosshair realizes he’s been verbalizing the thoughts of his tortured mind, letting them escape his lips like blood from a seeping wound, when Hunter replies to the spiral of anxiety. 

“Our chances are better together, Crosshair,” Hunter says, gentle firmness and calm. “We need you. Omega needs you.” And Hunter continues to exaggerate steady breaths, wordlessly inviting Crosshair to follow the pattern. He tries, pulling quavering breaths and shuddering exhales. Weak, weak, weak, weak…

“Cross,” Wrecker says, “You know we got your back, right?”

Crosshair manages to lift his head, look up into the familiar, expressionless visor of his biggest brother. He can’t trust his voice, so he simply nods, short and tight. 

Wrecker tips his head. “You can trust us,” he offers, and then adds, carefully, “and we trust you. You got our backs too, yeah?” 

Crosshair’s throat constricts, but this time it isn’t the panic or anxiety that makes it hard to breathe. He forces another steady breath. And another. And another. 

They trust him. They’re counting on him. His brothers. His sister. 

“Yeah,” he finally answers when he can trust his voice not to fracture on the syllable. 

He has to do this. 

END

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[ilovebeatingmywife]

should i kill myself say yes

[pokedash55]

My favourite paranoid panic partners

[hyperrealisticblood]

rosemary is trying to help you all decipher the symbols!! unfortunately he is not good at it

[vmures]

Its very tempting to panic about the election, it's equally tempting and very easy to end up in conversations that are essentially a circle jerk of doom and gloom. Neither of these things help in the long run. They won't help with the actual election, nor will they help with your mental health.

Venting can be useful, but if you end up in a ranting/venting cycle where you just work each other up ad nauseam, then you aren't releasing the worry and anxiety and anger, you are building on it. For me this leads to a severe increase in suicidal ideation, so I work hard to stay out of that sort of chatter.

It's okay to be terrified, and in fact I think we all should be, but if it's one thing my decades of therapy have forced me to work on it's my inclination to catastraphize. My therapists over the years have basically helped me learn that that me letting my anxiety hijack my brain and disrupt all logical thinking, which in turn can help set up a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Panic freezes us up and keeps us from doing the work. Panic is what the GOP wants in democrats and progressives right now. They want us to give up and make it easier for them to win the election.

It's utterly terrifying, but there is work we can do still. Even if it's just reblogging reasonable takes and encouraging everyone to vote blue and vote blue down the entire ticket. If you are able, you can offer to help give rides to people who need help getting to the polls. You can help people navigate getting an absentee ballot so that they can vote by mail if they are unable to get to the polls. You can encourage people in your area to register to vote and help them navigate that process. Our hands are not tied, the election is not over yet.

[iwonderwh0]

I'm not depressed or even feel nearly that bad for this to be a thing, but I can't shake off the superstitious feeling like I'm living my last weeks/months. Can someone who experienced this in the past and doesn't feel this way anymore please tell me I'm just needlessly paranoid and it'll pass?

[mtc-4life]

Hi there!! I adored your Samatoki & Rio hcs with an s/o w anxiety problems!! I stan MTC with all my heart ^_^!! I suffer from agorophobia with panic attacks, and reading those made me feel happy <3 May I request Jyuto hcs w an s/o (gender neutral), helping them manage their anxiety disorder and helping them to go outside, accompanying them to places? Tysm <333 and have a great day!!

｡ﾟ･ Jyuto with an anxious S/O who struggles to go outside - Headcanons ･ ｡ﾟ

✩ Warning: mentions of anxiety and panic attacks.

From the same request: Samatoki / Rio / Jyuto

☆ Author’s notes: Hey, I have been gone for so long due to my own struggles, so I'm glad you take comfort by reading my stuff. ♥

• When Jyuto met you, he thought nothing could take you down. Your great skills at the investigation department made you look like you were at the top of your game.

• Life went on and you two fell in love. You used to show him only your professional side, yet your work persona was starting to fade in front of him. Your vulnerabilities were becoming more and more evident.

• As much as feeling in love with him made you happy, you couldn’t help but worry about what would happen when Jyuto finally noticed your anxiety issues. He was so into you; he surely didn’t imagine how small you felt about this.

• Now you’ve been dating for a while and Jyuto could tell you often felt worried, yet at first, he imagined it could be due to trivial problems, as it happens to himself.

• However, at some point, a very delicate situation was part of your investigations and he noticed something was indeed not okay. Ordinary problems seemed amplified by your mind now that you had to deal with such a touching scenario.

• And you knew it was becoming obvious to Jyuto. You told him not to come to your house anymore, said you loved him but was struggling a bit with life. You started showing up late to work, feeling nervous about your duties. When anxiety hits you, it’s tough to do everyday tasks. Going to buy groceries felt difficult, some days you just wished to feel calm again :(

• He really tried to give you space, but he saw you suffering at work and it broke his heart. Jyuto tried to calling you, you always told him it was all good, you just needed some time to think about life. He knew you were hiding things from him.

• He could not stand there seeing you isolate yourself: he found out your friends were also missing your presence.

• One day, you didn’t show up to work. He decided to take the next day off and went to your place as soon as he got off work to verify what was going on.

• He knocked the door several times. After a few minutes, you opened. Tears were rolling down your face.

• “Darling, what’s going on???”

• You just couldn’t reply, your hands were shaking, it was almost impossible to breathe.

• He closed the door and embraced you tightly, rubbing your back as you decided to tell him how horrible you’ve been feeling due to anxiety.

• You were suppressing your feelings for so long to society, you couldn’t do it anymore. It all made you suffer more.

• He listened very carefully to your words, and looked at you with a pained expression.

• “I never told you because you admired me so much… I didn’t want to look weak in front of you. When I felt like work was too much, I stopped seeing you because I wanted you to see me only when I felt good again…”

• “I understand it – he said – sometimes we crash down, dear. This line of work is a lot to handle. I had some rough moments before, but I feel like it would be better if you seek medical help. Anxiety is a serious matter, you should not neglect it. You can always rely on me as well, and I would like to take care of you for a while.”

• His words were so encouraging it made you cry even more, which made him caress your head trying to comfort you.

• But how about the investigation? They needed you there, working hard to achieve justice…

• “I think you better give up on this investigation. You have the right to step back from work. I am afraid it’s increasing your anxiety” – Jyuto suggested you gave up about work.

• “I am so incompetent! They will never understand, Jyuto! I just wish I could be more like you…”

• “Oh dear, if they don’t understand, let it be. And no, you are not incompetent and I, too, have my own struggles. I’m not uncrushable. However, I assure you, you have my full support. We will try to convince them to give you a different task. The worst that could happen is being fired, and honestly, I promise I can help you financially until you get a different job. Honestly, I don’t think they will do that, though – you are very smart, love.”

• It was difficult to imagine Jyuto struggling, yet his voice sounded as if he’s been through a lot. The cool minded police officer you met at work hadn’t told you everything about him yet. You felt less ashamed for not telling him about your anxiety right when you met.

• We all have bits of ourselves we try to conceal, after all.

• And that’s how Jyuto ended up living in your house for a few months. You weren’t eating properly since you feared stepping out of the house in that state – Jyuto helped you going to the supermarket again, he invited you for late night walks when he was free, he took you to see the Yokohama lights in his car.

• You regained your abilities to go to places without feeling nervous thanks to his help.

• You took some days off at work until you finally felt comfortable about going back. Everyone thankfully understood your wish to step back from that specific investigation thanks to, as your co-workers said, “your remarkable abilities at work”. As Jyuto said, they did appreciate your job.

• Anxiety medications became part of your life, and Jyuto was very happy to see how good you started to feel after seeking help.

• Jyuto came into your life at the time you most needed him, even when you tried to push him away due to fear. He was there for you always. When anxiety hits you, you know you can count on him. ♥

[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.