#anxiety attack
Hey guys, from one witch to another, can I ask for your thoughts/prayers and any feel-good or positive energy you want to send my way? Here’s the deal (I’ll try to keep this short): I have an anxiety disorder and was sent to the ER a few nights ago for a severe anxiety attack. My fiancé had been arrested for something he had no involvement in and the police didn’t even have any evidence against him. We live in a small town and the police here have nothing better to do. The stress got to me and pushed me into a severe anxiety attack which led to me needing to go to the ER. Any prayers you guys are willing to make for my fiancé’s innocence to be proven and for me to stay calm through this would be extremely appreciated. Thank you, my lovelies! Blessed be~ ❤️
I hate when i can’t stop thinking of what might happen.
Me: there is no reason for me to be anxious right now!!!
My brain:………..debatable
A reminder x
I don’t want control…I want to let go
Words:611
Character:reader
Warnings: anxiety attack
Summery: after a traumatic event, you suffer from severe anxiety
A/n: please seek help if you can relate to this. Also I just wanted to write something inspired to this quote.
“Are the pills helping?” Your therapist asked you as you sat on the couch opposite of her.
“No, not really.” You honestly told her as you fiddled with your fingers.
“Are you taking them on a regular basis?” She asked.
“Yeah, every evening like you told me to.”
To say that you were tired was a complete lie. You were drained off of every little hormone that would make you feel enthusiastic.
You haven’t gotten a good night sleep in months and going outside made you anxious.
“Well we might have to put you on more meds to control the insomnia and anxiety.” She said as she wrote something down in her book.
“Have you been having nightmares lately?”
“I barely slept but if I did, yes.”
“What were they about?”
You didn’t really want to relive them but you knew that you had to be honest with her.
“About what happened. All of them were the same.”
“How did they make you feel?”
“I just wanted them to stop.” You honestly answered.
“Did you make them stop?”
“No, I always stay awake the rest of the night, but I already told you that.”
“Yeah, yes you did. Okay I’ll write you your new doses down and then we’ll see each other again next week.” She told you.
You knew if she could she would continue talking with you, but sadly your time was up.
You gave her a tired smile as you stood up and collected your things to leave the office.
—–
Dragging your feet up the stairs to your apartment, you could feel the exhaustion creeping up your body.
You went inside and got the water in your bathtub running, wanting to take a long and relaxing bath before maybe watching a movie.
Sinking into the bathtub, you closed your eyes for just a second.
Suddenly you were woken up by a loud crash.
Anxiety began to rise up and filled your stomach with a weird and uncomfortable feeling as you slowly went out of the tub and grabbed a towel. You were scared of your life as tears called down your cheeks.
Slowly you walked out of the bathroom and went into the direction the sound came from.
Your heartbeat fastened as your breaths became faster and faster, without catching much oxygen.
Memories of the worst day of your life flashed through your mind, as if this was a deja vu.
Walking into the living room, you expected the worst.
You expected your life to end for a second time, and for a short second you might would have welcomed it all to end.
Slowly your eyes scanned the room as you noticed some picture frames laying on the floor. You let out a long breath, knowing that they probably got knocked over by the wind blowing in through the open window.
Quickly you closed the window and expected your breathing to go back to normal, but it didn’t.
It became hard for you to take deep breaths as you slid down to the floor and leaned against the couch.
Slowly you tried to control the panic attack, just like you had to do already a thousand times.
A deep breath in, hold it, and then a deep breath out. You repeated the same thing a few times, until you almost had it fully under control again.
But you knew that everything was useless.
All the meds you would have to take, all the meetings and appointments with your therapist, all the self help groups and everything else there to control this anxiety.
You didn’t want to control it, you didn’t want control.
You wanted to let go.
Next
based on @delimefulwibar
Warning for some disturbing imagery/body horror this chapter. Virgil’s having nightmares.
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Fear.
Pounding, aching fear.
Shadowy figures surrounded him, discussing him in words he could almost hear, hushed voices he could almost understand, and it grated at him, it hurt his ears. He tried to cover them, but found he couldn’t move, not a muscle, his eyes were open but he couldn’t even blink, his fingers wouldn’t even twitch, and he could feel his heart hammering in his chest, but despite his panic his breathing remained steady and even. The shadows moved closer, their whispers growing louder, echoing in his head, screaming tempests against his ear drums, and he wanted it to stop, he needed it to stop, but it just grew louder, and louder, and then it was the suited beings again, holding a scalpel, and he screamed, as his chest was sliced open, the flesh peeled away to reveal the organs beneath, his heart visible through the blood leaking from him, and he realized though he was screaming in his mind, he wasn’t making any sound, his vocal chords as paralyzed as the rest of him, and he couldn’t look away, as they started ripping out his insides, tearing him apart, the pain splintering through his being, blacking out his vision, and he tried, he tried desperately to writhe and claw and fight his way free, but couldn’t even lift his head, and he was aware of them adding new parts, shoving metal and wires and circuit boards into him, the pop and crackle of electricity against his skin shocking him, sending him into spasms that somehow defied whatever drug they’d given him, back arching at the intense, radiating heat flowing up his spine, and he finally did break free, break out of whatever drug they’d used, a keening, desperate wail shoving past his lips as he shoved himself off the table, as he snarled and clawed and bit and slashed, anything, everything, to get free, until he’d fought off the beings, his breathing ragged and uneven as he looked at the monster they’d made him, all mechanical parts and twisted limbs, broken bones and spasming muscle.
“Virgil?” Suddenly a shadow Logan was there, looking down at him, head tilted and eyes empty, hands strangely still, assessing him like the specimen he was and he shuddered, twitching uncontrollably.
“No. That isn’t Virgil.” Patton, voice hollow, and he screamed again, because his feathers were torn from his body, bent and broken nibs trickling blood down his wings, though he didn’t seem to care. “Virgil wouldn’t do this to me. And he did.” He shook his head, trying to deny it, but memories rushed back, his hands, moving against his will, the metal twisting around his bones, jerking him around like a marionette, Patton, begging, pleading, but he couldn’t stop, the single thought in his mind echoing destroy, destroy, destroy. His hands, ripping handfuls of feathers, feathers flying around the room, getting stuck in his grinning teeth, his manic laugh, his twisted soul.
“No… nonononono…” He curled tight on the ground, ignoring the fire racing through him, the intense, burning, heat, trying to make sense of this, of anything, noticing for the first time his hands were stained red, seeing Patton’s agonized face in his head, his hands on his throat, pressing down, down down-
“Virgil!” Roman’s voice rocked his world, and suddenly his eyes snapped open, hissing at the sudden brightness, too confused to understand anything, vision blurry, from tears, he realized, his breathing stuttering in and out, barely enough to keep from passing out, his throat tight, barely a pinhole of space for air to wheeze in and out of, his chest felt so tight, so constricted, and there wasn’t enough air, and he was hot, why was he so hot, the wires, the wires twisting through his veins, no, he had to get them out, they would make him hurt them, hurt Patton, he couldn’t hurt Patton!
He started scratching at himself, clawing at himself frantically, uncaring of the wetness slipping down his face, he had to stop it, he couldn’t-
Bloody feathers, crushed neck, broken wings, shattered body, he couldn’t-
Hands. Hands on him. He hissed, growled, tried to shove them away, but he was weak, so weak, he couldn’t do anything, couldn’t get away, and they were stopping him, and he was going to hurt everyone, he had to let go, he had to stop himself, he was just a monster, just a toy, just a broken sack of bits and pieces that didn’t even fit together right anymore, why couldn’t they just let him stop?
“please. Please, I can’t, I can’t, I won’t, i… i…” He doubled over, curled into a ball, shaking so hard his teeth were chattering, feeling as if he was shattering into a thousand pieces, broken and stomped on and wrecked.
“kiddo. I need you to breath.” He flinched back, away from Patton, eyes wide with fear, shaking his head frantically, as he scooted away, the grip on his hands letting him go.
“n-no… no! I’ll h-hurt y-y-you they’ll m-make me h-h-hurt-“ he broke off, running out of air, all of it dedicated to keeping the spots in his vision from growing larger, from taking over and plunging him into black.
“virgil. You have never, never ever, hurt me. And they can’t hurt us, anymore. Do you remember that? We’re safe now, remember? You broke us out of there, and kept us safe. You’re safe, Virgil. We’re safe. We’re ok. We’re ok.” Patton repeated softly, using the gentle chirp of his native tongue, ruffling encouragingly when Virgil finally looked up at him, struggling for a few moments, before tentatively chirping it back.
“We’re… we’re… ok.” He echoed slowly, tongue thick in his mouth, head pounding, it hurt to think, it hurt to do anything, but he forced his mind to remember, to remember what he was missing, flashes of a slim, multi armed figure, of a bulky, scaled one, of a… a ship, and he managed a slightly larger, shaky breath.
“M-Mindscape?” He managed, and Patton nodded, eyes soft with worry.
“That’s right, kiddo. You got sick, do you remember that?” He remembered feeling not great, but that was normal. He remembered being dizzy, but that was all. He shook his head, feeling confused again, feeling slow and tired and hazy.
“That’s ok, Virgil. I just wanna help, ok? Will you let me do that?” Patton asked, taking a small step closer. “Will you let me help?” His gaze flicked to the others in the room, pulling at a dull memory, at familiarity, he knew them, knew them and they didn’t spark… fear. Not quite. But the scaled one’s gaze was sharp and angry, and the crystal one’s gaze was sharp and piercing, and both sent unease tingling down his spine. But Patton was asking, and he trusted Patton, and if Patton trusted them, then they couldn’t be bad.
“O-o-Ok.” He managed, letting out a soft sigh when Patton closed the distance between them, resting a hand on his leg, and instantly, the fight and stress drained out of him, eyes fluttering shut.
“You’re gonna be ok, kiddo. I promise.” Then nothing.
…
“He’s hotter, Lo.” Patton said, voice shaking, as he felt Virgil’s forehead. Sweat coated his skin, and he was panting for breath, shaking, obviously in pain, not just from the lines of red up and down his arms, where he’d started clawing at himself, before Roman stopped him. “he’s getting worse.“
“We need to get him to drink. He’s severely dehydrated. I… hate to suggest this, but IVs may be the best option here. I know, it will cause added emotional strain, but his body does not have the strength or resources right now to fight off this illness. And I’d rather have him be upset or afraid than… than dead.” His words caused Patton to draw in his feathers, shrinking to nearly half his normal size, and he buried his face against Virgil’s side. Roman’s scales shifted, scraping against each other as they flattened, conflicting emotions racing through him.
He didn’t like Virgil. Didn’t trust him, wouldn’t have him here, if it had been up to him, but the thought of him… dying, still sent a spike of unease through him, one he could pretend was just for Patton, who was so attached to Virgil.
“ok. If it’s the only way, ok.”
He disinfected and bandaged Virgil’s arms first, before letting Roman shift him back onto the couch, fetching the medical supplies and hooking up the bags. Finally, he was standing over Virgil with the IV line in hand. All he had to do was insert it. He found himself incredibly resistant, now, to the idea, now that he actually was doing this, mind flashing to the moments he’d seen in the vidi, the pain and agony that had accompanied nearly every experience with a needle, but this was different. This was to help.
So he swiftly located the vein on the human’s wrist, slipping the needle in and securing it with gauze and tape, relieved when Virgil did no more than moan slightly, rolling onto his side and curling into a ball. He doubted the reaction would be so placid when he actually woke up to find a needle in his arm, but that was a future worry.
“Alright. That should help hydrate him, as well as give him some of the basic nutrients he is sorely lacking in, as well as some very moderate medicines. I doubt anything we have would do him any harm, but I don’t want to take chances and accidentally make things worse. Patton… you need to sleep.” He added, looking at the disheveled ampen, who shook his head.
“No, no, no! I have to stay! What if he wakes up?”
“He won’t for a few hours, at the very least, which is long enough for you to get some sleep. You haven’t slept since we found him.”
“Well neither have you! You’ve been pacing yourself silly!” He sighed, shoulders slumping.
“Alright. You’re right. If Roman stays on watch and promises to get us if anything changes, will you come rest with me?” he asked, knowing Patton wouldn’t turn down that offer, not with how rarely he was willing to offer tactile comfort, but they could both use some, right now.
“Ro? I know you don’t like him, but-”
“I’ll take care of him. I promise, Patton.” Roman swore, kneeling down so Patton could hug him, smiling as he butted against the underside of his chin, before stepping back, chirping an ampen thanks, hesitantly following Logan down the hall and into his room, Roman hearing the door slide shut.
He let out a low breath, scales flattening as he tried to calm himself, staring down at Virgil’s unconscious form.
“I don’t know what to make of you. I will never say this out loud again, but you terrify me. And I will not lose another family, to humans. But… every time you panic or lose control or lash out, it’s always at yourself. It’s always to protect Patton. You always choose to harm yourself over any of us, but you’re still a human, a death worlder, a dangerous, violent, creature.” He said, though it sounded much less convincing now, that it usually did in his arguments with Logan or his silent fuming.
Virgil moved slightly, his breath hitching, and his face creased, as if sensing Roman’s displeasure.
“no… please… m-mom…” Virgil mumbled, trying to reach out to something that wasn’t there, something only in his mind, and after a moment, Roman realized Virgil was crying, curling tighter.
He’d known Virgil had been stolen off his planet, but he’d never thought about the implications of it. He hadn’t considered that Virgil had clan, would have a mother or a father, that he’d lost everything, to aliens, without even having a chance to fight to keep it.
Roman knew how it felt, to lose everything, in the blink of an eye.
“and then you go and say something like that.” He sighed, shifting into the chair left beside the couch, hesitantly reaching out to brush back the human’s hair, mimicking the motion he’d seen Patton do countless times, to soothe or relax the human, surprised as Virgil instantly settled, a shaky breath escaping him before his body seemed to go lax once more, leaning into his touch.
“this doesn’t mean I like you. It’s only because I promised Patton.” He grumbled, not moving away, despite himself.
Does anyone sometimes cut to prove to themselves that your emotions are valid because you’ve been invalidated your whole life? Cause same.
Aaahhhh I’m fine. It’s just a panic attack swirling up inside me. PTSD is totally triggered. Hate this shit. I’ll be fine. It’ll be ok. It just doesn’t feel okay.
Me, 5 minutes after crying for 5 hours:
That was one crazy time, gosh diddly darn it.
did i actually relapse or did i just never recover
A title ?
I guess it’s funny to me that whenever I started this tumblr page I must have been at least 18 and apparently thought naming it after a line from one of my favourite movies would be cool or edgy maybe . A line from a movie that now seems to me more serious than cool and more close to home than the edgy feel I’d been going for. What’s your diag-nonsense then?
I had thought about not writing this at all and after all what good does it do to dwell on your issues . Maybe this has been my problem all along and infact according to my counsellor perhaps is the same for many people in the West of Scotland . This inability to accept that dwelling on your own thoughts and feeling is not weakness . Beating yourself up for being unable to cope does not make you shit at life .Sharing your most mental thoughts with another can actually be refreshing even if its just to know you arent alone . Its funny to think how readily we read instructions for everything else but when it comes to our own brains - brains that are more complex than your tv or computer we are so ready to just handle them on our own with no guidance and shrug off all the issues.
I recently found myself at a music festival , a music festival that I had been excited for , a music festival that would not be something out of the ordinary for me “normal me ” to attend . Yet we got there and I felt sick, sick to my stomach and I was scared so so scared . I didnt understand why and so like most people when we don’t understand or can’t explain something rationally I shrugged it off and pushed it to one side . Making excuses like I’ve been in the sun too long or I’ve drank too much . Later that evening the feeling grew and I made my partner take me to the medical tent all the while feeling embarrassed and like I was ruining the weekend for other people . It’s there that after many checks I was told that my heart rate was possibly a little high but otherwise I was fine . How do you sit there and tell a medical professional , no I’m not fine and I can’t tell you how far from fine I feel and I think I’m going to die. Well the answer is you don’t, at least not in my case anyway . No I hopped off the bed and thanked him for his time and embarrassingly went back to my partner having to tell him it was nothing and return to our friends . Everyday for the rest of that festival I didn’t drink because I needed to feel in control of whatever this was my body was doing and so I got up and put on a brave face and did my best to go have fun . Every night though after the last band I’d feel so so tired more tired than I’ve ever felt before and I couldn’t stay awake and party with my friends. I Didn’t realise how exhausting it is to pretend you are okay all the time . This was just the beginning for me .
Right at the end of this festival I finally decided to try tell my partner what was going on as ridiculous as the sensible part of my brain thought that was going to sound . I did my best to explain the need to be sober to be in control just incase I got unwell or the overwhelming sense of dread that made no sense to me . I’ve been in large crowds before and I love music and I’m not unwell so what could this be . My partner was great I can’t fault him he comforted me and promised me as soon as we got home I could see a doctor and we would figure this all out .
So now I’m a few months on and my final diagnosis seems to be generalised anxiety disorder specifically health anxiety based . Now before I go into my healing process I want to say how hard it is for me to write that diagnosis . I am not someone that exactly believes in “anxiety” or maybe I should say I didn’t believe . My own father has suffered from depression for many years and I viewed it as an excuse for his bad behaviours and his tendency to mess life up for himself . I was that person moaning about all those people sharing anxiety posts on Facebook and complaining about how badly it messes with their lives . I thought anxiety was just something everyone had at some point and surely if you wanted to overcome it well then you could. I’d complain often about people not helping themselves but continuing to post these cries for attention . How wrong I have been . I think possibly I knew at that festival what it was I was experiencing but it felt like there is a stigma attached to saying I’m having an anxiety attack or I think I have anxiety . One that made me feel embarrassed that this could be happening to me . I don’t worry about all these things that I’m worrying about , normal me doesn’t burst into tears everytime I get a twinge in my head, old me didn’t wear a fitbit to track my heart rate and call the doctor everytime I noticed an anomaly. I think it took a long time for me to process that all those versions are the same me . Where am I now ? After a few months of some highs and extreme lows and plenty of tears I found the strength to admit I needed more help to conquer this. I signed up to counselling sessions through occupational health and began seeing a wonderful woman Maragaret . As you can imagine I went to my session a sceptic or at least doubting that talking about it more was going to solve it but alas you cant moan about others not helping themselves if you aren’t willing to do it yourself . My first session I have to admit I mostly cried , I couldn’t tell whether they were sad or happy tears but there was relief there . Just relief to speak about it , relief to finally admit this is real and to finally stop playing it down for the sake of people around me . We established straight away that I am not alone and what I was going through is not unusual . We also talked about loss and I couldn’t understand why loss related to my situation as I had automatically assumed that loss refereed only to losing a person . Maragaret was quick to tell me I had lost a person , id lost me or at least the me I was familiar with the me that ended up with a kidney infection because I couldn’t be bothered going to the doctors when I was in pain and not this new me that poked and prodded herself so much it was no wonder I was worried about that weird red mark on my wrist or that tender feeling near my knee . In the past few months I had been to the hospital convinced I was having a heart attack, the doctors because I was so sure I had a blood clot in my leg and then received a referral for the headache clinic because I was so sure I had braintumours . Now writing this I know it’s total nonsense what person in their right mind does those things. Well apparently I did … Some days it got so bad I thought I might just go to A&E and stand and shout till they gave me all the scans and tests that I thought were going to finally put my mind at ease but of course it doesn’t work like that. So loss I had infact lost myself.
I was given a task to write down things the little evil person on my shoulder might say to me and I did and when I read it back they were awful . It was then ten times worse when Margaret read them out , like really how can you help yourself when those are the ways you put yourself down all the time . So compassion, compassion was a lesson to learn for me . A way to make myself take time out in an anxiety fueled situation and compassionately talk myself down and give rational , sensible advice that didn’t involve just yelling things at myself for not working how I think I should . For not being good enough to go out and enjoy something that should be happy without ruining it all being a panicked mess. So my method as awfully simple as it seems is when the closing black walls start moving their way in I breath and I count and I remind myself that this, this is nothing and that I am 26 and I have already made it through so many things . I am strong and healthy and I have so much to see and I am going to live for this moment right here because as wise Margaret told me “if you have one foot in the past and one in the future you are effectively pissing in the here and now ” .
Be understanding also , I watched a mindfullness seminar recently I believe it might have been on tedtalks . A suggested method from the speaker was to give your brain a name , you know like an old friend . So when your brain starts running off on it’s crazy train pulling out every bad thought and possibility of the day you can answer it . Sensible you can tell Brenda , you know what Brenda I’ve heard what you had to say but I don’t think I’m gonna take that road today . I know it sounds ridiculous but it made me laugh and I liked it and those are small things to live for .
I know this has been a long post but I think I wanted to write about how something that I didn’t believe was real happened to me . I wanted the chance to take back all those negative non believing vibes I’d put out and be upfront and honest about my experience. Life isn’t Instagram perfect and sometimes I think we forget that. I am not healed and I am far from finished my journey but I am happy and well and alive and that right now is more than I’ve felt in months. I wanted to remind anyone going through anything at all that’s it’s alright and it does get better. I wanted to remind myself so I can read back how horrible it was but not to dwell on the bad just to remind myself of how good it feels to have anxiety free days and of how good it feels to know it’s not something to be embarrassed about and I did something about it and I’ll continue doing things about it so that I can live always in the here and now. So don’t forget compassion and understanding and remember to laugh at yourself in between. It’s alright to be a bit crazy
This year was hard but I actually did it! Still can’t believe it hahsha 100 posts this time, I got a bit ambitious lol But I’m always excited to plan and make these, and I hope you all enjoyed!!! Thank you, everyone
Day 01
- “You have to let go”-Word of Honor 29+Gundam 00 1x11
- Barbed Wire-1917
- Bound-Whiskey Cavalier 9+Charmed 3x14
Day 02
Day 03
- Taunting-Babylon 5 5x07+Sherlock 2x01
- Insults-The Umbrella Academy 2x06+Criminal Minds 1x06
- “Who did this to you?”-Suits 2x12
Day 04
- “Do you trust me?” -The 100 2x10+Buffy, The Vampire Slayer 2x22
- Taken hostage-Forever 2+The Mentalist 7x10
- Pushed-Prodigal Son 2x06
Day 05
- Betrayal-Merlin 2x08
- Broken nose-Grey’s Anatomy 13x01
Day 06
- Bruises-Salvation 1x06+Superman & Lois 1x09
- Hunger-Vampire Knight (1x01,2) +Submergence
Day 07
- Helplessness-Daredevil 2x02+One Piece (405, 505)
- Blindness-New Amsterdam 3x12+Grimm 2x15
Day 08
- Pneumothorax-W 1
- Exotic Illness -Dirk Gently (1x08, 2x01,04)+Charmed 2018 2x11
- “Definitely just a cold”-Navillera 3+My Roommate is a cat 1x08
Day 09
- Presumed Dead -MCU (Thor 1, Thor 2, Loki 1x04)
- Tears-Lucifer 5x10+Sweet Home 10
Day 10
- Hospital - Young Wallander 1x02
- Flare-up - Noragami (1x06,7,8,9)+Supernatural (14x03,6,7)
Day 11
- Adrift-Horizon Line+Adrift
- Drowning-Ghost Whisperer 4x18+Animal Kingdom 2x06
- Dehydration-Jericho 2x06
Day 12
- Torture-Tokyo Ghoul 1x12+Burn Notice 4x02
- Made to watch-Lethal Weapon 1x18+Stargate Atlantis 3x07
- Begging-Akatsuki no Yona OVA 3
Day 13
- “This is gonna suck”-Iron Fist 2x05+Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood 41
- Burns-The Greatest Showman
- Cauterization-The Boys 2x06+Walker 1x13
Day 14
- Crush Injuries-Gotham 4x22
- Beaten-Persona 5: The Animation+47 Ronin
Day 15
- Delirium-Atonement
Day 16
Day 17
Day 18
Day 19
- Bitten-The Witcher 1x08+The Passage 1x10
- Bleeding-Bones 11x01+Chaos Walking
- Stabbing-Katsugeki Touken Ranbu 5+Rurouni Kenshin: The Final
Day 20
- Trunk-Fargo 1x04
- Solitary Confinement -Titans 2x11
Day 21
- Bleeding through the bandages-Humans 1x02
Day 22
- Demon-Shadowhunters 2x04+Constantine 1x08
- Obsession-Crush
Day 23
- Pursuit-S.W.A.T. 1x21+His Dark Materials 2x07
Day 24
- Self-induced injuries to escape-Captain America 2+Allegiance 1x10
- Flashback-Oh My Venus 1x11
Day 25
- Hiding-I Am the Night 1x01
Day 26
- Fallen-The Stand 1x07
- Waterfall-Sherlock 4x00
Day 27
- Passing out -Broadchurch 1x04+Prison Break 4x10
- Collapse-Westworld 3x05+The Flash 6x07
Day 28
- “Good. You’re finally awake”-The Whispers 1x01
- Nightmares-Designated Survivor 1x12
- Panic-Entre Abelhas+Gold Digger 5
Day 29
- “You’re still not dead?”-Cursed 1x10+Forever (1,2,7,22)
Day 30
- Digging your grave-Prison Break 3x13
- Left for dead-The Expanse 1x03
Day 31
- Trauma-The OC 1x03+The Untamed 21
- Prisoner-Arrow 1x11
anxiety brain: do you need to panic?
me, just vibing and minding my own business: what? no, i’m fine
anxiety brain: okay, i believe you *slams panic button with full force*
me, no longer vibing: WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?
anxiety brain, crying: I’M BABY
