I know a lot of you guys, myself included, suffer from anxiety and the accompanying anxiety/panic attacks so I thought I’d make sure that I share one of the ways that helps me the most in the hopes that just maybe it might help you or someone who needs it.
Breathe IN for:
1
2
3
4
5
and then HOLD IT for 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 5.. and then
Breathe OUT for:
1
2
3
4
5
I hope this trick helps calm you down and remember that your emotions are always valid and you have no reason to feel shame for any of them.
Apparently running the bristles of a paintbrush down your fingers to the center of your palm can help with anxiety attacks. It’s the same for running them down the bridge of your nose
A/N: This was based on a request I received from @lovelyttom. I hope you like it, and I really hope this helps. Also, my requests are open. Please feel free to send me any you may have, as long as you haven’t sent it to anyone else. If it sparks the creativity, I may write it. Please let me know what you think of this, and check the warnings before you do. Any and all feedback is always appreciated! ♥
Word Count: 2,048
Warnings:
- the reader is having an anxiety attack, but Dean is calming her down.
- please do not read if this triggers any anxiety for you, as that is the last thing I want (however, I also hope this can help you, as it really helped me writing it)
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*gif is not mine.
Dean can see it on your face the moment it begins to happen. Your eyes begin to stare through him, your hands start to tremble, and your body stiffens. Immediately, he moves into action, kneeling down next to you to assess the situation. It’s his tactical nature, and you could never fault him for it.
“Hey,” his gruff, velvety voice says, piercing through the veil of your impending anxiety attack. “Look at me, sweetheart. Are you okay?”
You try to look at him, really you do, but the impending doom sinks down upon you, and you’re already too far gone. Dean can see that you can’t make eye contact with him, and he takes your small hands in his. They’re rough around the edges, but smooth. He squeezes your hands and brushes the hair from your face.
“Can you breathe in and out of your mouth for me?” he questions, his body so close to yours on the couch, you can feel the heat from his skin radiating into you like a warm blanket. You want to do as he asks, but your brain is frozen. Trying to breathe, you inhale slowly and exhale even slower, trying to get oxygen to your brain. Your hands are shaking now, and Dean squeezes them again to keep you steady.
Dean is sitting next to you now, and your head is on his lap. You’re curled into the fetal position, willing this horrible pain to go away. You hate feeling this way but, most of all, you hate making Dean feel this way. You hate that he worries about you, and that he feels like the attacks are all his fault. But you are so grateful that he’s there. He’s petting your head now, rubbing the small of your back in neat, perfect circles. He knows you like patterns, something your mind can think about besides the darkness.
“Is this good?” his perfect voice pierces the veil again, and you manage to look up at him. You manage to nod, but he sees in your eyes the penetrating pain and fear, and immediately moves you into the sitting position.
This time, he takes your face in his hands and it makes you feel so small; like a tiny baby bird who’s fallen from its nest. You focus on his shining, emerald green eyes and try to think of all the good times together, but the weight of everything still tries to crash down all around you.
“Okay,” he says with finality, standing up. “Let’s go.”
Dean picks you up effortlessly, even though your brain wonders if you’re too big for him to carry. The insecurities that follow with being romantically involved with a man this good looking could take down even the most confident of women.
Your head nestles in the crook of Dean’s neck, your legs wrapped around his waist, as he holds you close. You try to remember to breath in and out, inhaling the scent of Dean that screams home and safe in your brain. As he walks you to the bathroom, he continues to trace the perfect patterns on the small of your back, making goosebumps rise on your skin.
“Everything’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll make it all better, okay? Just hang on for me.”
You try to speak, but nothing comes out, as you cling to him so tightly red welts appear on his neck, and the dark scruff that lines his cheeks digs into your own skin. You don’t mind because it keeps you here, in the present, in the now; at least for the time being.
When Dean reaches the bathroom he kicks it open with his boot, placing you softly on the bathroom floor. His arm is still around your waist, holding you tight and keeping you upright. You’re dizzy now, and he turns down the lights, knowing the brightness may trigger something more.
“Okay, can you stand up for me while I undress you?”
You nod, biting your bottom lip to stop yourself from crying. Despite everything, he smiles at you as if nothing is wrong; the beautiful crinkles by his eyes appearing. For a moment, you feel the butterflies flutter in your stomach that are reserved especially for Dean.
“This will only take a minute,” he whispers, slowly ridding you of your clothing. He takes care to kiss your shoulders lightly, as he rids you of your top. When he reaches around to undo your bra, he peppers kisses along your neck, as he kneels on the floor to unhook the button on your jeans, he places a soft kiss just above your navel, before pulling your jeans and panties down in one swift motion. He holds you still as you step out of them, and kicks them in the dirty clothes pile.
As you stand in front of him naked, your arms instinctively move to cover yourself. Your body was the worst part of you, in your eyes, and showing Dean your full self in the light just made your anxiety grow wider; so wide it could engulf the room.
Breathe in, breathe out...
Dean’s hands reach out and take hold of your arms lightly, putting them at your sides. His fingers crook under your chin to make you look at him, and there’s a fire in his eyes now.
“Don’t you ever cover yourself up in front of me,” he says, his eyes blinking slowly as he looks down to take you in. He’s so close now you can see every freckle that dusts his perfect face, and you have the sudden urge to kiss each one. “You are absolutely perfect. Every part of you.”
Dean’s hands rest on your waist as he pulls you close, and you nestle your head into his flannel clad chest. You can hear his heart beating, and your mind listens to its pattern.
1, 2, 3, 4… 1, 2, 3, 4...
“Do you wanna know what my favorite part is?” Dean asks, pulling you away slightly. He puts his finger to your heart and smiles; that smile that rips you apart and puts you back together, in the most poetic way. “It’s what’s in here, and everything else is just a bonus.”
You manage to smile, and wonder how you ended up here. The most gorgeous, selfless, intelligent, hilarious man had chosen you. Dean Winchester was the perfect one, and you would never deserve him.
“There’s that beautiful smile,” he said, letting go of you for a brief moment to undo the buttons on his flannel. He stripped naked in front of you and kicked his own clothes to the side. Dean walked over to the shower and turned it on, until the room filled with a blanket of inviting steam. “It’s not too hot, not too cold. Just how you like it. Will you join me?”
Dean reaches out for your hand and helps you into the shower. The deliciously warm water cascades over your skin and you gasp, your vision becoming less dark, emerging from the tunnel.
He steps in behind you and wraps his arms around your waist again, pulling you as close to him as possible. You lean your head back and feel his heart beating against your back, the water stinging your skin. And now you breathe. Except it’s not slow and steady, it’s fast and harsh.
Dean quick turns you around and hugs you to him, kissing your forehead and face with soft, quick kisses. He moves the wet hair from your eyes, and cups your face once more, as you begin to hysterically cry. You look up at him and he is even more gorgeous, if at all possible. The water clings to his lashes making them darker, his hair is matted wet to his head, and soft droplets cascade down his neck and chest. It is now that you finally find your voice again.
“I’m so s-sorry,” you whimper, unable to control the tears now. “I... h-hate this.”
“I know, I know,” Dean coos, wiping your tears away even though it does no good in the shower. “This is not your fault, sweetheart. Shhh, it’s okay.”
Dean reaches down and picks up your shampoo, squirting a dollop in his hand and rubbing it into your hair. He scrubs your scalp, making your eyes closed. You suddenly feel so tired. He then grabs your body wash and begins to wash your entire body, scrubbing every inch of you. There’s so much love behind his actions, every move he makes, that your heart breaks in your chest.
“Y-you don’t h-have to help me,” you manage to say, as you watch him wash himself; the soap from your hair and body starting to wash off. “I’m such a nuisance.”
“Of course I don’t have to help you, Y/N, but I want to. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be. Do you even understand how much I love you?”
His jade eyes are fierce again, as every word that comes out of his mouth is with purpose. You shake your head, because you truly don’t, and you’ll never understand why.
“Well I do, okay, I---” he trails off, running his fingers through his wet hair and spiking it to the sky. This is something he does when he’s frustrated, and it’s entirely endearing. Dean takes your hands in his and squeezes. “Look, I’m not very good with words and I’m not sure about a lot of things. But you… you I am 100% sure of.”
“Why?” you blurt out, your heart desperate for validity of his love.
“Because I love waking up to your face every morning. I love being able to be around you, without even speaking. I love the feeling you give me when you kiss my nose during the night. I love that you cook me my favorite breakfast, without even knowing it’s my favorite. I love how smart that brain is of yours, and how you put me in my place better than anyone else can.”
You giggle and he smiles, with pearly white teeth this time, and the butterflies make their flutter on cue.
“And that smile,” he continues. “God, do I love that smile. There is not one single thing that I don’t like about you, Y/N. In my eyes, you’re perfect, and I love you with every fiber of my goddamn being.”
“Very poetic,” you joke, looking down at your feet. Even after all this time, it’s still hard to make eye contact with him sometimes. It’s like looking into the sun; the brightest star in the galaxy.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his brow furrowing with concern.
“Thanks to you,” you whisper, kissing him softly on the lips. Dean’s face softens.
“Good,” he says, shutting the water off. “Let’s go to bed.”
Dean helps you out of the shower and dries you off, softly and gently. He grabs his robe off the back of the door and gives it to you. You put it on, tying it around your waist, feeling the softness against your skin. He dries himself off and throws his boxer briefs back on, taking your hand and leading you to your bedroom.
Dean changes into loose, comfy pajama pants and grabs your favorite nightie. You change and get into bed, your bodies immediately coming together like magnets. He wraps his legs with yours and you are so close, you couldn’t fit a sheet of paper between you.
“I love you too, you know,” you whisper into the dark, as you reach out to touch his face. “I love you more than there are stars in the sky.”
You can feel him smile, and your fingers move to the crinkles by his eyes, tracing them.
“Everything is okay now, sweetheart,” he croons, laying his free arm across your hip. “Shut your eyes. I’m right here.”
As he speaks, your eyes flutter closed; his voice drifting you off into a deep sleep.
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hey guys! i know it’s been a second since i came on here, but i wanted to make sure i did my best with this video. with May being #MentalHealthAwarenessMonth, i wanted to share with y’all a more helpful mental health related video. unfortunately, i ended up having a panic attack on camera. instead of instantly turning…
So I’ve been having a lot of anxiety attacks and night terrors recently, and I’ve been having a lot of trouble pulling myself out of them because they’ve been happening late at night and the people I usually call are generally unreachable then. So, here’s what’s helped me consistently calm down, in case any of you have the same problem at some point c:
Bob Ross: Beauty is Everywhere was recently added to netflix (!!!). It’s been the most reliable source of calming me down, and works super well for a really long time. (EDIT: Chill With Bob Ross is also on netflix now!!)
Calming Exercises
Name/write down three things that make you happy
Hold a small object in your palm that you can play with, like a smooth stone (worry stones are great), a pen to click, or some clay to knead
Draw or write everything down in a journal or sketchbook
Breathing Exercise
31 Days of Self Care
Calming Videos
Sun and Cloud Cookie Decoration
Gold Yes Caligraphy
Lace Whoopie Pie Decoration
Lil’ Apple Basket
Fairy Timelapse Painting
Icy Beach
Painting with Icing Piping Bags
Just Wholesome Things
Lovely Doggos
Great Dane Pajamas
Breakfast Doggo
Snake in a Christmas Sweater
Faith in Humanity Compilation
Sweetest Gay Couple on House Hunters
This Whole Blog is Just a Samoyed Named Cloud
Finding my Solemate
Etc Media
Satisfying Moving Dots (GIF)
Cute Octopus (GIF)
Nature Sound Mixer
Thunderstorm Noise Loop
Color-Changing Sand
Live Stream of the Earth from Space
Anti-anxiety and Calming Spells (As a witch, of course this is going to have its own section)
Calming Spell
Vanilla Anti-Anxiety Spell
Anti-Anxiety Water Spell
Spell for Emotional Strength and Calming
Anti-Anxiety Tonic Spell
Hot Choclety Milk Spell
Lavender Milk Recipe
Calming Music
The Appleseed Cast (Instrumental)
Enya (Instrumental/New Age singing)
Merry Ellen Kirk (Calm Folk)
Mike Oldfield (Instrumental/Celtic)
Mumford & Sons (Calm Folk)
This Will Destroy You (Instrumental)
Carla Bruni (Acoustic/French)
Caspian (Instrumental)
Kate Rusby (Celtic)
Lotte Kestner (Calm Covers)
Mary Fahl (New Age singing)
Hotlines (I haven’t personally used any of these, but if you feel like you really need to talk to someone but have no one to call, here they are!) If you know of any hotlines geared specifically towards anxiety or panic attacks, please let me know! I had a lot of trouble finding any.
Lifeline (Panic Attack page, they offer both a hotline and online chat)
No Panic (De-escalation recording, helpline)
National Alliance on Mental Illness (Anxiety page, text or call line)
I’ll probably be updating this list every now and then (there are lots of other things I want to add!), so if you can think of anything, let me know and I’ll add it to the list c: I hope this is helpful at some point to some of you, and my inbox is always open <3
