#panicattack

Zach Nocturnal Artistzachnocturnalartist
2025-06-06
Trauma doesn’t just haunt you when you’re awake, sometimes it follows you into your dreams.

In this comic, Luna wakes up mid-flashback from a night terror, spiraling into a panic attack. But with calm care, her partner checks in, helps ground her, and makes sure she gets what she needs. This one is heavy, but it’s real. Because trauma begets trauma, and gentleness is a powerful antidote.

💬 Have you experienced this too? You’re not alone—share if you feel safe.

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#ptsdawareness #nightterrors #traumarecovery #cptsd #mentalhealthcomics #panicattack #anxietysupport #neurodivergentcomics #queerlove #adayintheluna
Zach Nocturnal Artistzachnocturnalartist
2025-05-31
Zach Nocturnal Artistzachnocturnalartist
2025-05-31
RafaƂ :C_H: :verified_paw:afterdesign@infosec.exchange
2025-05-14

Panic attack while watching YouTube video about betterhelp. I'd say it's a joke itself. And it's not connected.

But just marking the yet another #panicattack ;)

Zach Nocturnal Artistzachnocturnalartist
2025-04-21

A glow neon and glow wispy 2 painting of the parasympathetic nervous system and the sympathetic nervous system, activating a relaxation reaction and panic attack, in Sketchbook. I made this painting while I was waiting for my doctor's appointment.

Parasympathetic and sympathetic nervous systems
Roni Laukkarinenrolle@mementomori.social
2025-04-12

I've been through so many traumatic events in my life that I can't even put them into words. 2020 was a dream year compared to 2023 and 2024. This year has been one of recovery in many ways.

A telling example is that this week, from Monday to Friday, was nearly perfect. I felt fine, and current events are going well, considering the circumstances. But on Friday, when I finally got off work and was supposed to relax, I fell into a deep mental pit. At 3am, I woke up in the midst of a pretty bad panic attack. My autonomic nervous system was in a state of shock.

Today, I feel somewhat baffled by all this. I know I can cope - and I will thrive. This too shall pass; it will just take time, perhaps months or years. This too makes me stronger.

#MentalHealth #AnxietyDisorder #PanicAttack #Life #LifeUpdate #MyDay

2025-04-02

Set minuts eterns.

Set minuts eterns.

Avui ha estat un dia fluix. No estic fi. No Ă©s que hagi passat res dolent (ni res bo), perĂČ la meva ment sembla una habitaciĂł amb les persianes abaixades: ni entra llum, ni en surt. Pujo a l’ordinador com cada tarda a aquesta hora, amb la precisiĂł d’un ritual. La pantalla s’encĂ©n, i per un moment, em sento en territori conegut. AquĂ­, entre finestres de Discord, l’Ășltim projecte inacabat del meu servidor domĂšstic, xarxes socials i qualsevol cosa que em serveixi per no pensar massa, controlo el que puc. O almenys, faig veure que controlo.

El primer senyal Ă©s una pressiĂł al pit. Subtil, com si algĂș m’haguĂ©s posat una mĂ  invisible sobre l’estĂšrnum. «Oh, no. Altra vegada», penso, i intento ignorar-ho. PerĂČ el cor comença a cĂłrrer, com un cavall espantat que fuig cap a un lloc que ni ell mateix coneix. La respiraciĂł s’entrebanca. Inspiro
 1, 2, 3
 Recordo la tĂšcnica dels 10 segons: inspiro, retinc, expiro. Ho he practicat milers de vegades des que era un nen, quan els psicĂČlegs em deien que «centrarse en respirar ajudava a calmar-se».

El cap s’emboira. La pantalla de l’ordinador es desenfoca, perĂČ els ulls continuen fixos en un mem del Discord: el clĂ ssic, “CapitĂ , nomĂ©s Ă©s dimecres!”. Intento riure, perĂČ el somriure es converteix en una ganyota estranya. No Ă©s real, em dic. És l’ansietat. SĂ© que Ă©s ella, perĂČ saber-ho no em salva. La pressiĂł al pit augmenta. Sembla que tinc una roca destrossant-me les costelles, i cada intent d’inspirar Ă©s una negociaciĂł amb el buit.

Els dits pengen sobre el teclat, immĂČbils. «Hauries de tancar els ulls», em mana una veu interior. PerĂČ tancar-los em fa veure coses pitjors: imatges fragmentades de dies passats, converses mai tingudes, futures caigudes. Obre’ls, i el mĂłn Ă©s un remolĂ­ de missatges que no llegeixo. Cago en tot. La sala estĂ  en silenci, perĂČ dins meu hi ha un terratrĂšmol. Les cames em tremolen com si el sĂČl s’haguĂ©s convertit en gelatina. «AixĂČ no tĂ© sentit –penso–, avui no ha sigut un dia dolent». PerĂČ l’ansietat no demana permĂ­s.

Procuro tornar a la respiraciĂł: 10 segons dins
 10 segons fora
 PerĂČ els nĂșmeros es desfan. El 7 s’enreda amb el 3, el 10 es converteix en 100. El temps s’estira com una goma, i tot al meu voltant es mou a cĂ mera rĂ pida mentre jo em quedo encallat en un segon etern. La suor freda em regalima per l’esquena. «No et rendeixis –em dic–, nomĂ©s Ă©s quĂ­mic, nomĂ©s Ă©s por». PerĂČ la por Ă©s un animal que s’alimenta de raons.

En algun racĂł de la meva ment, encara hi ha una part lĂČgica que observa. La part que va aprendre a gestionar-se desprĂ©s de quaranta anys de maleir el propi cervell. «AixĂČ Ă©s un atac de pĂ nic –m’explica, com un metge distant–. No et matarĂ . Passarà». PerĂČ la resta de mi no escolta. La resta de mi Ă©s un nen assegut a la consulta d’un psicĂČleg, comptant fins a deu mentre li expliquen que «els nens valents no ploren».

Els minuts es dilaten. Cada intent de controlar la respiraciĂł Ă©s com intentar apagar un incendi amb un got d’aigua. «QuĂš coi l’ha detonat? –em pregunto–. No he begut cafĂš avui, he dormit
 bĂ©, he dormit poc, perĂČ ». Les excuses sonen buides. L’ansietat no necessita motius.

De sobte, un soroll em sacseja: el Discord notifica un missatge que no llegeixo. El so em travessa com un punyal. «No pots atendre ara –em dic–, ni tan sols veure qui Ă©s». PerĂČ la culpa s’afegeix a la barreja: Seria tan fĂ cil mirar-lo
 PerĂČ no puc. La mĂ  es nega a moure’s. És com si l’aire s’haguĂ©s tornat espĂšs, com melassa.

Passen
 no sĂ© quant. Potser segons, potser hores. Tot i que el rellotge s’entesti a dir que han passat nomĂ©s set minuts. El cor comença a desaccelerar-se, com un tren frenant en una estaciĂł fantasma. La pressiĂł al pit es redueix a un peso sord, i la ment comença a desembolicar-se. «Ho estĂ s superant –xiuxiueja la veu lĂČgica–. Ja passa». PerĂČ Â«passar» no Ă©s guanyar. És sobreviure.

Quan per fi puc moure els dits, els clavo en el teclat. Escric paraules sense sentit a la finestra del xat: asdf[poiqewrgqwe dasfqewrty. És l’Ășnica manera de demostrar-me que encara tinc control sobre alguna cosa. Les lletres es multipliquen, formant un exĂšrcit de lletres que mai tindran cap mena de sentit. Suposo que Ă©s millor aixĂ­.

Al final, quan l’atac es retira com una ona que torna al mar, em quedo esgotat. FĂ­sicament, com si haguĂ©s corregut una maratĂł amb les cames lligades. Emocionalment, com si m’haguessin buidat per dins. «La guerra no ha acabat –em recordo–. NomĂ©s has sobreviscut una altra batalla». PerĂČ en el fons, sĂ© que Ă©s mĂ©s que aixĂČ: Ă©s persistir.

Miro el Discord. El galimaties encara hi Ă©s, quiet, inalterable. «Una altra vegada ho has aconseguit», li dic en veu baixa, com si els carĂ cters em poguessin sentir. No sĂ© si parlo de l’atac o de mi mateix mentre esborro el missatge enviat amb l’esperança que ningĂș l’hagi vist.

Tinc ganes d’anar a fer-me una bola al racĂł, com sempre desitjo desprĂ©s d’aquests episodis. PerĂČ avui no. Avui m’assec aquĂ­, mirant el xat, i penso en aquella regla absurda: «Els nens valents no ploren». I malgrat tot, no ploro. No perquĂš sigui valent, sinĂł perquĂš ni tan sols tinc forces per aixĂČ. Les llĂ grimes sĂłn un luxe que el meu cos sembla haver oblidat.

No em sento com si haguĂ©s guanyat contra l’ansietat avui. Collons, quina putada tot plegat.

#Angoixa #Ansietat #Anxiety #Crisi #Emocions #Experiencia #Fear #Mentalhealth #Moninterior #Panicap #Panicattack #Pensaments #Por #Realitat #Respirar #SalutMental #Sobreviure #Superacio #Survival #Trastorns

Zach Nocturnal Artistzachnocturnalartist
2025-03-28

A sparkler painting of a service Japanese geisha/geiko/geigi woman relaxing someone from a panic attack in Infinite Painter

Service Japanese Geisha Woman relaxing someone from a panic attack
2025-03-20

Feeling worlds better after a minor panic attack Monday night due to many stressors forming a nexus point where all my chill ceases to exist.

I credit great friends, my wonderful family, video games, weed and getting the fuck out of the house once per day.

#panicattack #weed #gtfoofthehouseonceperday

Zach Nocturnal Artistzachnocturnalartist
2025-03-05
2025-03-02

Healing isn't a straight path and sometimes it feels like falliing apart. In Part 2 of I'd Rather Peace My Peace, we look at trauma responses and see why they happen and how to navigate them. If you've ever experienced trauma and need help, read this to take one step closer to healing.

ittybitty4life.com/2025/03/01/

2025-02-28
S t a c i eStacieBee
2025-02-23

It was even incorporated into a dream last night where I was using it to comfort 2 small children with their anxiety. Not sure who they were since there are no small children in my life. Perhaps the girl was my younger self? 💟 We thanked anxiety for alerting us to danger + gave evidence we were safe.

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Yesterday was an emotionally exhausting day but I listened to my body + rested. Today is meal prep.

S t a c i eStacieBee
2025-02-23

I spoke with someone Friday evening about her trauma coping skills and have been using one of her tips to thank my anxiety. She said it seems counterintuitive but works. She said anxiety just wants you to pay attention and make sure you’re safe.

I’ve been thanking my anxiety for alerting me to danger and giving it evidence that I’m safe and it has worked the past 2 nights. 😃

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Ira :mastodoneus:aira_txe@mastodon.eus
2025-02-23

Datorren astean NANa berriztatu behar dut. ETA ARGAZKIAK ATERA BEHAR DITUT. #panicattack

S t a c i eStacieBee
2025-02-22

Today feels like a good day to latibulate.

I spoke with someone last night about her trauma coping strategies. I woke up with a headache and puffy eyes from all the crying yesterday.

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