#panic attack meme

[abnegerudite]

What it’s like doing anything today:

[corruptedkerberostechnician]

"It's okay, I've got you."

@gunderscn

Matt’s shoulders shook as his breathes tried to even out but it was so hard when his lunges didn’t want to cooperate. He still got panic attacks whenever he heard sword fighting or gun fire. However today he thought he would be okay enough to watch the Paladins train, but to no such luck as the flash backs started as well as false images of the Paladins falling and it being his fault.

He had immediately tried to flee to the comfort of his room, but he didn’t even make it that far before things got blurry and dizzy. He was grateful that his sister had found him rather then one of the other Paladins. He didn’t want to cause them stress since he had a feeling they wouldn’t know how to handle him when he got this way. He leaned against Pidge for comfort as he tried to focus on their breath to help himself calm down.

[toohotforlucifer]

"Its okay, I got you"

Send in “its okay, I got you” for my muses reaction to your muse comforting my muse while they’re having a panic attack.

It started with an overwhelmingly strong scent of cinnamon in an area on his walk. The smell in itself wasn’t bad in moderation, but this was just intense. He felt crowded very fast. Paranoid. He couldn’t stop looking around for someone who wasn’t going to be there. (Nick had ran away from him. He wasn’t there. Was he?)

The uncomfortable feeling followed him all the way back home. Every unplaceable noise had him nearly jumping out of his skin. He felt unlike himself for it. He looked unsettled even as he walked through his door.

He’d forgotten he’d allowed her to stay the night before, and so he blanched hearing someone walking around. He wanted to run. But he had to face it, didn’t he?

There were hesitant steps toward his kitchen. Deep breath in. Shaky breath out. Walking in and seeing her filled him with so much relief he actually teared up. He hadn’t realized the extent to which the anxiety of it all had hit. 

It also influenced the impending true panic to metaphorically slap him right in the face.

Panic of pains of the past. Panic that he was might have to explain what he was panicking over when he wasn’t ready to explain himself there. Wasn’t ready to think in any detail about what he was afraid of. Who he was afraid of. What had happened. Hell, he hardly knew what was going on anymore, he’d tapped out mentally. All he knew was that he’d backed up against the wall and started being unable to breathe properly.

He didn’t even remember her walking over to him, or talking to him, and he barely registered her touching him, he was so gone. He couldn’t talk. He felt like he was passenger seat in his own head. But his natural reaction on the outside was to allow it and nearly cling to her, because logically part of him was seeing her right there. Even still he hardly felt it as he thought he was dying a little bit.

If he remembered any of this, he’d have to thank her later.

[heroic-flying-medic]

[PANIC]

((Under a cut for… graphic? I guess? (could you call it graphic? graphic is usually reserved for violence or sexual content, ehhh… there’s none of that in here so?) Description of a panic attack, possibly triggering? I don’t know, I’m trying to play it safe here. |D))

/Pharma was keeping himself busy by wiping down a few circuit slabs in the medbay; they hadn’t been used, but keeping everything sterilized was important. Plus, it served as a good distraction from sitting in the medbay waiting for someone to need assistance. Perhaps he should get some other hobbies, or go exploring again. 

At that thought, he swore he heard someone come in the doors. Turning around to face the mystery-bot, he was surprised to find his greeting cut short by the absence of someone to greet./ Huh… I swore I heard- /Something out of the corner of his optic moved. He turned to face the movement./ Hello? /… No response. Perhaps now was time to go for a walk. He did need to refuel, anyway- he hadn’t done so all day, and it was now late afternoon.

The medic left his domain… cautiously, in case someone -or something- had slipped in. It was more than likely to be his sensors playing tricks on him. That happened sometimes.

As he stepped into the hallway, he began to feel very hot. It didn’t feel as though the heat was coming from the hallway, though. It felt like he was overheating internally. Double checking to make sure his cooling vents weren’t clogged, he took a deep vent, … and noticed that his chest was tightening. Not good. 

The hot suddenly became very cold, which shocked Pharma’s systems into sealing his vents to preserve heat./ What the… what is wrong with my body? Pharma suddenly thought twice about his trip to find fuel, opting instead to go back into the medbay so he could try and figure out what the hell was wrong with him. He couldn’t quite figure out what it was, but he had the sudden urge to seal the doors to the medbay…. Something he never did.

Sealing the doors, the medic blindly grabbed a scanner and instead of propping himself up against a slab he bolted to his office and locked it shut. His body was running intensely hot now, his venting becoming shallow and futile. Using his desk chair to barricade the door, he went and hid underneath his office desk./ Someone’s here… I can feel it. /His chest got tighter and tighter as his fuel pump raced, and he made a strangled noise of distress./ Ack! /The jet was torn between crying for help and staying silent, for fear of who might hear him.

It was at that moment which he remembered he had a comm. link. Wait… was it safe to use an open broadcast network? Probably not. Time to scan for any friends who were currently online that he could call for help. Logically, he should be asking one of the DJD for help, but Pharma was thinking far from logically at this time. Plus, none of them had their comms activated for some reason. 

Bluestreak was online… but he likely wasn’t even in Pharma’s universe at that time. Still, it was worth a try. He sent a distressed ping to the gunner in hopes of a reply./ B-Bluestreak? I-it’s Pharma. I-I-I s-seem to be in a l-large amount of di-distress. /Wow. Despite the stuttering, he actually sounded coherent. That, however, was short-lived as he heard something scratch his door./ H-help!! P-please, I-I-I don’t know whybutsomething’sverywrongandmychesthurtsandI-I-I’mr-reallyscared! 

/Shallow, panicked venting could be heard over the comm. link as it began to sound staticy. The static was actually coming from the fact that Pharma was so overheated he was about to pass out so his body could shut down any non-vital functions to cool itself, but to someone who didn’t know that it would likely be rather distressing./

[littlebadger]

((Panic Attack)) "Danny! Danny, take it easy! It'll be okay! Just breathe, okay? Follow me. Breathe in... breathe out..." Valerie hadn't expected Danny to slip into such a state of panic, though she wasn't entirely surprised, considering everything that had been going on. She rested a concerned hand on his shoulder, trying not to crowd him, while at the same time letting him know he's got someone there for him. "Hey, I'm here for you. It's going to be okay. I promise. Just breathe."

Danny looked around frantically, pulling from Valerie’s hold a bit and gasped for breath. He panted as his body jittered with fright, a thick swallow slow-going down his throat. Wavering breaths spilled from the deep corners down in his chest, his blue eyes wide and pupils shrunken into tiny pinpricks—barely visible. He was covered in clammy sweat before he began to hear Valerie’s voice, his name being called, and urging tones…

He yanked away from her, facing her and still shaking, panting loudly as if there was no oxygen left on the planet. Mouth gaping and chest heaving, blue eyes locked to her teal green ones, not knowing how to respond so he glanced away from her again and looked out, his head and eyes snapping this way and that, as if he were a scared, wild rabbit on the lookout for trouble and danger.

[reqandroll-archive]

Noire sat beside Req, slowly pulling her into a hug and whispering reassuring things to her. She rested her helm on top of Req's. She knew she couldn't make the feeling go away. She would just help the best she could.

The tightly curled ball of minibot continued trembling while Noire pulled her close, whimpering softly and cycling her vents rapidly as she tried to direct her thoughts to something positive. Focus on Noire. Focus on what's real. He can't find you. They can't find you. You're safe here. "N-N-Noire, w-what if they f-find us? What if h-he finds us? "

[theredheadedbat-archive]

"You look like you're having a panic attack...oh. Guess my presence isn't helpin', huh? I'll go."

Barb tried to glare at the female version of her most hated enemy, but couldn't as she struggled to get air into her lungs.

[housewifestrife]

☢

She spent most of the day crying herself over pointless things and worry over things that could not be put to the test yet and she needed to get herself into check before she did anything. Taking her hand up through her hair as she pushed the door open into the next room. Seeing the other- "O-Outcast?" Was it him? Yeah, that plaid was him.

Frowning as she watched the other breathe. She moved to the kitchen and dug through the fridge. Putting her hands on a water. Moving back to the other slowly. Putting a hand on his shoulder. "H-Hey..." Offering up the water to him with a small smile. She was hear if he wanted to talk... Otherwise she could just sit. She never liked being alone when she dealt with problems but she always pushed people away. It was her turn to sit and listen now.