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There were a range of techniques that Posey had learnt to do when it came to Anxiety, there was the breathing technique which seemed to be the most popular one, but then her back up would be to find a small space, quiet and serene allowing her to crawl up; making herself as minuscule as possible and just trying to focus on herself and her heart rate counting or singing a song to make herself calm down but the finger technique was definitely different and she really appreciated the suggestion putting it into action almost immediately as she allowed her finger tip to trace up towards the tip of her nail breathing in as she did so before sliding it back down again doing the same with her oxygen intake; “T-Thank you”
There wasn’t a lot one could say in these moments of time, in fact Posey wished sometimes people could read her mind so they understood that even though her mouth wasn’t moving, it didn’t mean that she wasn’t trying to communicate things to the other person; “T-That would be more then a-amazing.” taking her time with her speech as she needed more then a minute or two just to compose what she wanted or needed to say after the anxiety that had crept up on her; “I have s-suffered with it my w-whole life and sometimes I f-feel so helpless you know?” she felt like sometimes if she just had a pause button then she would have all that she had ever asked for in the world.
Elsa had been to therapy the moment she learned her parents were no longer among the living. She couldn’t cope with it, pushed Anna away in the hope that she could deal with this alone. Eventually she got out of her room to go to college and get her degree, she only learned about Hans when everything was too late. She hated herself for not being there for Anna and the anxiety returned tenfold. There were still days she found it within herself to absolutely loath herself. She couldn’t look in the mirror and she would turn into a sobbing mess. Anna would be shut out again in those moments. She couldn’t help it and didn’t want her sister to see her as she broke down in pieces.
“You are welcome.” She softly whispered.
Elsa knew moments like this weren’t easy. Anxiety wasn’t the same for everyone. Some had the feeling of not being able to breathe, cause they weren’t breathing the right way. Others could just stare in front of them and you wouldn’t know they had a panic attack until you placed a heart monitor on them and noticed they had a heartbeat of 220. “It’s no issue to help, I can assure you.” She looked around her pocket and handed Posey her buisness card. “You can text me on there if you ever find yourself in need. I’ll do my best to calm you down if it’s ever needed.”
She nodded: “I know. I often have to sleep because it just demands a lot of my body.”
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