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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.
Chicago, Illinois
July 9, 2003
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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 :'(
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.
Stomach in knots
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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!
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
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
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GMAnxiety Disorder ...
This is what depression feels like for me.
I cannot choose to do anything.
I can't choose to go out. I have to check with my depression if it's ok first. Whether I can go there, or whether it will punish me for venturing too far with a panic attack. It might be too far from home, or too many people, or too far to the nearest building, I might spot someone who I don't like. All resulting in a panic attack.
It's taken away my ability to see things, and have them make me happy. I don't notice flowers outside, I don't notice spring about to be sprung. I'm too busy wondering if I've pushed my depression too far by being out of the house and if I'll be rewarded with - you guessed it - a panic attack.
My hands are tied behind my back - I am usually creative and want to make things all of the time, from cakes to music, to sewing, to jewellery - I want to do it all - but my depression has taken away my motivation to do any of it.
I am gagged. I don't like talking to anyone. In case they ask me a direct question that I can't answer. I can't say no. If I were to say no, I'd go home and agonise about it for hours. Will they ever speak to me again? Have I annoyed them? Have I overstepped the mark? Was I rude? Do they think I'm stupid? Resulting in... a panic attack.
Are you spotting a theme here?
The only thing that doesn't result in a panic attack is the fact that I can't remember what I was doing 5 minutes ago most of the time. Depression has taken away my short term memory. I have to go through a set of methodical steps to get anything done. If I get interrupted, I can't remember where I was, so have to start at the beginning. This means I cannot multitask. I can't make a cup of tea at the same time as having a conversation on a bad day. Hell, on a bad day, I can't even remember how to make a cup of tea.
I can't go anywhere, see anything, talk to anyone, make anything, do anything... without my depression saying it's ok to do so.
I am effectively being held hostage by my own brain. I hate it.
Depression is a horrible, dark, black, encroaching illness. It affects every area of your being. Every sleeping or waking minute is affected by it. Every breath I take I'm worried it will build into a panic attack where I literally cannot breathe, my vision starts to fade, I start to shake, I cannot talk - in fact, describing the symptoms now I can feel them all creeping back in. I am wrestling with them every minute of every day. Trying to fight them back down. Trying to climb out of the well.
The thing which I find the most difficult is when people see me smile, or walk somewhere, or maybe go into a shop, or out with friends. Anyone who sees me would think that there's nothing wrong with me. They'd think I was a fraud. They'd think that I didn't have a care in the world. What they can't see is my internal monologue, trying to coax the depression away for long enough to enable me to put one foot in front of the other. The smile will be a nervous one. If I am out with someone, usually my long-suffering husband, have a look at my knuckles. The poor guy suffers from me clinging onto him with white knuckles as if my life depended on it. Quite honestly it feels as if it does.
I just hope that anyone who sees this picture, and reads this description can understand a tiny bit about how I am feeling, and that there might not appear to be anything wrong with me, and I might appear as if I don't have a care in the world, but appearances, with depression, are very rarely what they seem.
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
"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."
Wikipedia
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.