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When the walls are getting closer, break them ! (about dealing with anxiety and panic,or when living in fear)


To someone in a Panic <3:

Sometimes we dwell on things, we keep them in. After a long time we want to run, run away, but we feel like we cant, were stuck. Were torn. Sometimes I felt like I couldn't breathe, I was suffocating. 

Start by concentrating on your breathing, be there for you. Try to loosen up, get rid of that tension. You are here, and You are here with You. You are here for You. It might take time, and it might not work the first time, or even the third. But I know you can do it <3 . And if the releasing of the tension causes tears, let it, don't push them back, remember, you are here for You. 

Also, Don't close up, don't leave yourself alone with your emotions and fears.

Talk to somebody,
and I know that it might feel like you cant, like you shouldn't. You might think that you don't want to worry them or drag them into this, Or that they wouldn't understand.

But no matter whats on your mind, you should,

You are not obligated to suffer.

And I promise you, once you talk, somebody will listen. 


I know that you might find yourself in a place where you're not heard even if you told about that pain and the reason for it. I've been there, I've been taken to that point where I panic, hes taken me into his arms and told be to calm down, everything will be okey, I need to stop worrying, and then, sometimes just moments after that been let down. I've been scared.

I've gone to panic again and he's asked, What is it now then ? I've tried to calm myself down, still trying to relay on those arms. Then, I've been let down again.

I've cried more silently, even during the most closest of closeness, and hes asked; Do you Always have to Cry ?

Slowly I started to fall into silence

Silence is worse than acting out in panic, Panic is a sign out to the world that you want and need to be heard, that you don't accept.

Never Accept.


If you find yourself here, in a situation where you despite speaking up are repeatedly closed down. Call somebody, anybody. I wish I had. If you feel that theres no one you know that you could call, Call a help-line, their there for you. There is nothing that you could say that would make them judge you, you don't have to feel ashamed because there is Nothing to be shamed of. You are worth Safety, You are worth someone who doesn't hurt you, someone who Cares, Listens and Respects You.

You are worth Love.

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