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Before I even began contemplating being a vegetarian, I remember as a child looking at the struggling lobsters and other trapped fish in these holding cells at markets and restaurants and I remember feeling so sad and identifying with these writhing beings, struggling in anguish at this point of their futile existence. And I remember thinking….is this life? And we are just supposed to eat them? I found out much later when I was in my 20s that I was allergic to most seafood, not that it mattered. I think I might also be little allergic to suffering. It seems to impact me in a different way than other people. It’s hard for me to breathe just thinking about all of the pain world wide.
So, I see this little girl clutching her stuffed animal with this look of shock, revelation, and revulsion on her face and, though this is far from a perfect photograph in many ways, I can so relate to that look.
When I was seven or eight, I also visited Red Lobster for the first time in my life. My mom, a seafood fanatic at the time (she’s now a vegetarian), really felt like if I just tried it, I would like it. But, I saw that lobster and locked myself in the bathroom, having the first panic attack of my life. That existential dread was going nowhere and I refused to come out until she promised to take me home. I rarely ever “got my way” when I was a child but my mom figured out pretty quickly that she didn’t want to visit me several years later as a seriously malnourished 30 year old, eating only crumbs of biscuits other restroom goers were willing to feed me every now and then.
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FIGHT DEPRESSION WITH PHOTOGRAFY !
who's not scared about an heart attack? Thats my way to exorcise... i hope it work!
COMBATTETE LA DEPRESSIONE CON LA FOTOGRAFIA!
Chi nn ha paura di un' infartino? Questo è il mio modo di esorcizzare ... speriamo funzioni azz...
'tik ~~~ '
at this point, you only hear dead sound.
you breathe blurred or blue sea.
wait for the pictures. may call them.
it is burning in your nose, right into the brain.
relax man.
your body starts to twitch.
just for a second, relative to a million.
you feel a very panic, using air, taking mind.
the only way to control it: face it.
just go deeper. overcome time.
flow.
dive.
stay.
heal.
be one. the world is you. waves align.
Pequeña mosca sufriendo un ataque de pánico.....
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I've fallen down again. Had a bad panic attack hadn't had one of these this intense in months. Couldn't babysit. Now I have to start over again. Step by step, down the stairs. I hate myself. The feeling like there's something in my throat, where I got meds for this day is still there, and feels worst then ever.. Like I can't breath and I have to swallow all the time...I don't want to break again :'(
Chicago, Illinois
July 9, 2003
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I've been dealing with some severe panic attacks, anxiety and fear this weekend. Novina helped me express myself. Dolls are the greatest therapy! =)
Arachnophobia is an irrational fear of spiders. It is a manifestation of zoophobia, a fear or dislike of any non-human animals. Simply seeing a spider might bring on a panic attack and even this photograph could evoke fear in some arachnophobics. About 50% of women and 10% of men have mild arachnophobia or worse.
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I can't wait for this week to be over, and it's only Tuesday. Basically, yesterday I had a huge panic attack. I was freaking out about the two tests I have this week, how much work I have to do, all the crap I have to memorize, and the fact that it's going to be nearly impossible. The fact that all of my friends got deleted off my myspace sure didn't help.
Argh!..
This weekend I'm going up to Austin again to visit my sister. Hopefully that will relieve the stress a little bit...even if I hate Austin.
Back to studying. Wish me luck on my tests! I have a feeling I'm going to need it.
Upper East Side, Central Park - Jun 2008 - 114
These pictures were taken on two successive days when I had doctor appointments on the Upper East Side of NYC, and had the chance to walk along Fifth Avenue, and then through Central Park in order to return to my apartment on the Upper West Side, at Broadway & 96th
After my first stroll through the park, I returned a second day (because of a second doctor's appointment on the Upper East Side of Manhattan). This time I entered the park at 97th Street instead of 84th Street -- so I saw an entirely different set of scenes.
At this point, I had reached the western side of Central Park, once again on the inner roadway that circumnavigates the park, and was now turning south to find the 96th St. exit.
This was at about 98th Street, heading south. I was on the inner roadway, and was passed by an energetic woman jogging along with her child in a stroller...
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Note: this photo was published in an Oct 24, 2008 blog called "The Wisdom Journal," in an article entitled "10 Tips to Stretch That Health Care Dollar." It was also published in a May 29, 2009 blog titled "Busy Moms - Find Time to Exercise." And it was published in a Jun 9, 2009 blog titled "Postpartum Exercise & Fitness." And it was published in a Sep 14, 2009 blog titled "Rytiniai pasilakstymai." (I have no idea what that means, but I'm sure it's good stuff.) It was also published as an illustration in an undated (Oct 2009) Mahalo blog titled Jogging, with a URL of www-dot-maholo-dot-com-slash-jogging
Moving into 2010, the photo was published in a Jan 8, 2010 blog titled "7 Exercise and Fitness Beliefs You Need to Overcome." And it was published in a Jan 17, 2010 blog titled "Troppa palestra rende sterili: sarà vero?" It was also published in an undated (Feb 2010) blog titled "The Bob Ironman Sport Utility Stroller is a very special and useful Jogger Stroller." And it was published in a Feb 26, 2010 blog titled "What can you do with your excessive cholesterol." It was also published in an Apr 5, 2010 blog titled "Study shows exercise can boost new moms' well-being."
It was also published in an Apr 12, 2010 blog titled "Cholesterol treatment content articles by a health enthusiast and simultaneously in an Apr 12, 2010 blog titled "Cholesterol treatment articles by a wellness enthusiast, and an Apr 12, 2010 "Maureen's Blog" posting titled "Cholesterol care posts by a health enthusiast" and an Apr 12, 2010 blog titled "Write-ups of healthy life" -- all four of which ended with a comment that said, "Above picture [i.e., my Flickr picture] is a random extract from Flickr, writer of this blog do not claim ownership of this picture, visit Flickr for its owner." Gee, thanks for that enthusiastic citation!
Moving on, the photo was published in an Apr 19, 2010 blog titled "Our Bodies, Our Daughters." It was also published in a Sep 21, 2010 blog titled "The Best Fitness Ideas for Moms."
And moving into 2011, the photo was published in an undated (late Jan 2011) blog titled "Get Off the Couch and Run!", as well as a Jan 19, 2011 blog titled "25 Best Healthy Living Blogs You Aren’t Reading Yet." It was also published in an undated (early Apr 2011) blog titled "Treating Depression Naturally - Some of the Most Powerful Alternative Treatments for Depression!" And it was published in an Apr 13, 2011 blog titled "Importance Of Fish Oil For Pregnant Women," and a May 7, 2011 blog titled "Importance of Taking Fish Oil during Pregnancy." It was also published in a May 12, 2011 blog titled "Treating Postpartum Depression Improves Children's Behavior." And it was published in a May 16, 2011 blog titled "Desde que soy madre voy en chándal." It was also published in a Jun 15, 2011 Guidamamme blog titled "GUIDA ALL’ACQUISTO DEL PASSEGGINO E DELLA CARROZZINA – settima parte." And it was published in a Jul 17, 2011 blog titled "Finding the motivation to exercise after your baby is born…" It was also published in an undated (late Jul 2011) Panic Attacks Symptoms blog titled "An Alternative Prostate Cancer Treatment: Mind and Body Wellness through Acupressure." And it was published in an Aug 16, 2011 blog titled "Momma on the Run: Tips For Running With Your Baby."
Moving into 2012, the photo was published in a Jan 18, 2012 blog titled "Can anybody advocate a good off-Broadway show in NYC to deliver a date?." And it was published in a Jan 23, 2012 blog titled "Easy to deal with an embarrassing six pregnancy symptoms – pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms – Medical D." It was also published in an undated (early Feb 2012) blog titled "Postpartum Belly Fat Blues: How to Walk Your Way to a Smaller Belly." And it was published in a Mar 27, 2012 blog titled "Taking Care of Mom After Baby's Arrival." It was also published in an Apr 17, 2012 blog titled "Task Rabbit Helps This Stay-At-Home Mom Pocket An Extra $400 A Month." It was also published in an undated (mid-Apr 2012) Squidoo blog titled "Best Strollers 2012 - Review of Cheap and Lightweight Strollers Prams," and it was published in a May 31, 2012 blog titled " STUDY: Here's When Exercise Is Bad For Your Health." It was also published in a Jun 17, 2012 blog titled "Health & Fitness Centre," as well as a Jun 23, 2012 blog titled "Exercice durant la grosses." It was also published in a Sep 1, 2012 blog titled "Jogging in the park." And it was published in a Sep 18, 2012 blog with the curious title "Nice Fish Oil and Depression Photos," as well as a Sep 24, 2012 blog titled "Raising Healthy, Active Kids by being Healthy and Active." It was also published in a Sep 28, 2012 blog titled "Quando riprende il ciclo dopo il parto e come controllare la regolarità," and an Oct 10, 2012 blog titled "¿Cuándo retomar el ejercicio tras el parto?"
Moving into 2013, the photo was published in a Mar 26, 2013 blog titled "The Best Fitness Ideas for Moms" (apparently a republication of the Sep 21, 2010 posting mentioned above). It was also published in an Apr 12, 2013 blog titled "Forzarte a perder peso muy rápido después del embarazo no es saludable ni realista." And it was published in an undated (late Apr 2013) blog titled "The Gestational Diabetes Fear For Moms." It was also published in a May 6, 2013 blog titled "Madre Fitness."
Note: after seeing how frequently this photo was being published, I decided to make some editing improvements -- though it wasn't easy, as I shot the original photo as a JPG image, and thus didn't have access to all of the editing facilities that would have been available if I had taken it as a RAW image. But in any case, I focused primarily on reducing the extent of under-exposed shadow areas in the woman's shorts, and the stroller. Hopefully the result is a little bit better than before...
Moving into 2014, the photo was published in a Jan 4, 2014 "Neon Tummy" blog titled "Fear Of Childbirth Linked To Postpartum Depression ." It was also published in a Feb 18, 2014 blog titled "4 Dangerous Myths about Postpartum Depression." And it was published in a May 23, 2014 blog titled "The Benefits of Waiting to Have Baby Number 2."
Moving into 2015, the photo was published in a Jan 29, 2015 blog titled "1時間座ってテレビを見る度に22分の寿命が縮む ." It was also published in a Jul 14, 2015 blog titled "16 Things That Only Stay-at-Home Moms Understand."
The hand made cut`n paste logo i made for the Spotburner video.
A lot of work and you can catch a glimpse of it if you look real hard. or not. your choice really. Cheers
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Hi everyone sorry I've been gone so long after what I thought was the smoothest wisdom teeth removal possible with barely needing any pain meds I was sadly mistaken. On the day when your allowed to start rinsing your mouth with salt water I made an alarming discovery, when I leaned over the sink to spit water came out of my nose,I called the dentists office on Monday but the oral surgeon wasn't there but they said that happens sometimes, don't blow your nose or drink through a straw, it should heal on it's own and he wants to see me back in two weeks, to make a long story short apparently my the roots on my top wisdom teeth were so long that they grew into my sinus cavity and I now have two small holes linking my sinuses to my mouth. YUK! So me being the queen of Googling things decided I needed to google this and find some information, TERRIBLE idea!!!! The horror stories I read literally gave me nightmares about it never healing and having bone graft surgery to repair the holes and using skin from the inside of my mouth to create a flaps to stich over the holes. I have anxiety to begin with but this information just gave me full blown panic attacks I couldn't eat (can't ya tell) I couldn't sleep, I couldn't function at work (they actually sent me home early one day because I was so upset). So yesterday while crying hysterically on my luch at work I called the dentist again to see if the oral surgeon could see me sooner, they said I could but I'd have to travel about and hour away and that I could call him before he went into surgery an talk to him directly and hopefully calm my fears. So I called him today and I feel so much better, he explained that since I'm young and in good health and the holes and rather small there is no reason to believe they shouldn't heal on their own in about two weeks and that even if they don't heal on their own I don't need bone graft surgery, thats only for large defects that usually happen in elderly paitents and for those with underlying medical conditions that won't let their bodies heal properly, he'll just inject my holes with collagen and stitch them up if they don't heal in two weeks. I actually was able to eat dinner, now hopefully i get some sleep! So that's where I've been. If you read all this you're the best!
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The Smiths
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GMAnxiety Disorder ...
woman jumping in front of a train on one line, man being pushed onto the tracks on another line, deafing unintelligible announcements over the speaker system, trains suspended, getting lost, pushing crowds, chaos, heat, panic
Underground
"I was walking along a path with two friends — the sun was setting — suddenly the sky turned blood red — I paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence — there was blood and tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and the city — my friends walked on, and I stood there trembling with anxiety — and I sensed an infinite scream passing through nature." - edvard munch
"Panic attacks are sudden, discrete periods of intense anxiety, mounting physiological arousal, fear, stomach problems and discomfort that are associated with a variety of somatic and cognitive symptoms.
The onset of these episodes is typically abrupt, and may have no obvious triggers. Although these episodes may appear random, they are a subset of an evolutionary response commonly referred to as fight or flight that occur out of context.
This response floods the body with hormones, particularly epinephrine (adrenaline), that aid in defending itself from harm.
Experiencing a panic attack is said to be one of the most intensely frightening, upsetting and uncomfortable experiences of a person's life."
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Publication: National Institute of Mental Health
Language(s): English
Format: Still image
Extent: 1 print (poster) ; 43 x 28 cm.
NLM Unique ID:101453694
NLM Image ID: C06062
Permanent Link: resource.nlm.nih.gov/101453694
Pete came for a visit over Christmas, in fact he left early Christmas morning. It was kind of inconvenient having him here and we disagreed about a lot of things. He thought the end of the world was going to happen on the 21st and gave me the gold coin to take him to Mount Lemmon. I let him use my tent, a sleeping pad. Next the cold weather came. New Years Jen & Tom left early, I cranked the stereo up real loud and never knew when it was midnight, I only drank a little but smoked some hash from Amsterdam . . . don't remember going to bed or when. Jen wondered why she hadn't heard from a friend over Thanksgiving . . . I did Google search and found his obituary, he was 61 or 3. I always thought they would be a good couple but he married a woman who got Alzheimer's in her 40's yet outlived him. Now I have the head of the HOA and majority lot owner in the Sycamore Vista Unit 5 subdivision trying to steal some of my vacant lots saying I owe him $295,000 for improvements I never asked for. The HOA lien for the improvements is over six-years old . . . contracts expire (statute of limitations) in six years and HOA assessments expire in three. The actual amount is more like $600,000 but he's being nice. When he found out I was quieting title against the person the lien was assigned to, he allegedly paid the lienholder $125,000. I really doubt any $$$ changed hands. Every so often I get these dreadful feelings like I'm on the edge of death, sad, faint dreadful, sick. I take a tranquilizer and cry. I worry about Pete, he called saying he caught nasty flu on the airplane going home, he has had some other mysterious emergency hospitial visits -- finds himself waking up in hospital! and never asks why!? My problem, the doctors say is panic attacks. I did pass out from smoking (it was the nicotine) and then quit smoking . . . feels much better but occasionally I feel a little "rush" like I'm going to pass out again, panic and take a tranquilizer. Silver dime is worth $2.3061.
kirsten was gone overnight for work and i was responsible for the kittens.
yesterday, i was outside talking on the phone and realized that harold had pushed the back door open. i was sitting on the step outside the door, but didn't know how long it had been open for and had been engrossed in conversation. a kitty could have snuck by.
i went inside and did a kitten check. sutra was sleeping on the couch, but veda was no where to be found. i searched everywhere she normally sleeps, every nook and cranny. no veda.
i started to panic. i went outside. i kept thinking: "if she got outside, how far could she have gone? how could she have snuck by me, i was sitting right in front of the door?! but they're little, maybe she snuck by...?" i poked around outside -- no veda. and i can't call for her, because she's deaf.
panic escalating. i search the house again, basement to attic. looking in all her favorite sleeping spots -- behind the books, behind the doors, in the shower, in the tub, in the plants, under the beds, under the sofas... stomping around, hoping the vibration will wake her.
finally, at the verge of tears, i walk into my office and happen to look *up* -- and there she is -- peacefully sleeping on top of a stack of cushions.
i have no earthly idea how she got up there by herself.
Or, how I almost became one at the age of 14. After about nine months of agony I managed to pass off as normal angst in 8th grade it came blowing way out of proportion when I graduated. Days before graduation I tore up my hands clawing at a wall and my desk in a desperate bid to keep myself attached to reality. I slipped into a flashback that kept me still and frozen, locked into place by horror. When reality set back in, I shook. It was like I'd been punched in the face, stomach, and golf-clubbed again. My fingers bled. The nails were ragged.
My summer should have been spent working and relaxing. While I did work, I didn't relax at all.
Days after graduating, a strange, new, and horrifying feeling took over.
I was going to die. How, I didn't know, but I knew it would be imminent. I didn't know what I had had a name of its own, but I knew that it was the most out-of-touch I'd ever been with the world. When I was normal I knew that I was safe, but when I felt I was going to die, no one could convince me otherwise.
Through the panic attacks and manifestations of PTSD I managed to maintain a somewhat stable facade. I managed to think of all kinds of excuses to stay around the house, which was the only truly safe place. But excuse after excuse wore thin and I would get dragged out to grocery shop, clothes shop, car shop, and to just get me out of the house. I hated these excursions. I hated the shower curtains, the clothes that still hung on me (I'd lost 20 pounds due to being sick), the stupid dealerships and the cars and the bags of lettuce and dressings.
All I wanted to do was stay alive.
When the first attack hit at work I almost jumped out of a window. While displaying my ever-so-stable face I shut myself in the bathroom. As my heart raced and the building seemed to crumble around me I filled the sink with water. Taking only the time to whip off my eyeglasses I plunged my head into the basin. It always worked in the movies, right?
I'd forgotten about the body's shock response. My hair flipped water all over the tiles, the ugly flocked wallpaper and the stupid matching towels. I couldn't go back to the office like this. My whole ruse would come tumbling down. And I couldn't let it - how good I looked in my little cornflower blue buttondown, cuffs turned up ever-so-slightly with the little-bit-big black jeans (negative sizes don't exist) and the everpresent black shoes. Not a hair out of place. Brand-new black eyeglasses. Earrings all lined up.
So I opened the window. It took some forcing. When I'd finally raised it enough to permit the passage of a body I perched up on the sill, anchored by my bony hands gripping the window and my rubber soles hanging on for dear life. If I could safely fall I could run out of the alley and into the street and away from death. I could feel my thin shoulderblades poking at the shirt, straining to break free. I saw myself hitting the alley below like James Bond and making my getaway.
I also saw a meaty splat in a cornflower blue shirt. I looked down and my stomach dropped. With an inward cry I fell back into the bathroom. I waited for death but it never came.
Throughout the summer I tried to subvert the panic attacks. I stopped reading the newspapers. I ceased listening to the radio. I shunned the New York Times magazine that I'd been reading since I was 12. Even the end piece - my favorite part. I even stopped watching the Ten O'Clock News with Dennis Richmond, a nightly tradition ever since I'd been young. It would be difficult to give up, but by removing triggers I could guarantee safety.
Yet somewhere, there was always a radio turned too loud. A newspaper headline staring up at me from the gutter.
The attacks would come more often. They'd last longer. I'd try to escape them. I would run. There was one day when I almost ended up in the windshield of a brand-new Mercedes. Another day I ran all through San Francisco, depositing myself by the Bay Bridge. But I had outsmarted death. I had survived for the day.
I don't think I've ever feared for my life in any situation more than I have in those four months of hell.
Eventually I couldn't take it any more. After running all over San Francisco and having strangers feel the need to check my arms for track marks and comment on my weight and getting tired of trying to outsmart death, I couldn't take it any more. I got help for what had been troubling me, though sometimes I think the lady was more interested in telling me about the plight of the girls my age in the Albany school district. She was surprised about the physical scraps I'd been in and how my friends and never spread rumors and how I'd never been reduced to a sobbing heap over something someone said about my manner of dress. Not many 14 year old girls showed a prediliction for open buttondowns over tank tops. She told me about Tony Soprano and how he told his therapist what she wanted to hear - not exactly lying, but not telling the whole truth either. Maybe she gave me ideas, but I really think everyone does that when they're uncomfortable.
Four years later, I'm about to graduate high school and I'm doing well. Bumps were hit along the way, but that's life. My nails have long since grown out and scars have long since flattened and healed, but it will always be with me. Since I lost my job I don't wear my cornflower blue shirt that much, but sometimes I take it out and look at it and feel sad, but triumphant.
Some days I still wonder if death is waiting for me behind a light pole, but for now, I've kept on walking.