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Ryan has a panic attack

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TW: (forgot about these) panic attacks (remember all people respond differently to different situations, and their lives are very different from yours. Your accusations, if they are bad I will ignore them, if they  are really bad, then they will be deleted. Do not test me, my best friend reads these and will blame it on themselves, they love my stories and inspired me to do this. So don't come at me.)

The stress of everything was too much for me to handle, the new video that had to be edited was still sitting there, seemingly mocking me. We were also supposed to be on a discord call later, making him stress further. I have a real problem with stress, being stubborn is not good for making videos as you never want to stop unless you'd want to feel like you hadn't done anything. He even had to stop himself from working in order to not pass out, he couldn't for the life of him fall asleep that night, as he'd felt horrible that he didn't get any work done.

Eye bags surrounded his eyes, as he probably hasn't slept in… I don't know… 2 days. And you could tell by just his voice that he was tired, he probably couldn't even function properly without falling asleep. As he sat there on his bed, he realized something, he was getting tired, so he set an alarm, and soon after fell asleep into a pitiful sleep.

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I woke up suddenly to my alarm, it feels like it's only a second when you go to sleep. I had about 30 minutes until I had to go into discord and talk about the new video.

He took a shower, it was a very hot shower, like really hot. But that's how he always takes showers, hot enough to burn off skin. Well that's just an exaggeration, but it's a very hot shower, so eh. My eyes closed again as I wanted to literally fall asleep, but opened my eyes before I could fall asleep. Getting out of the shower when I'm done, I get dressed quickly. Brush the mop that sits on my head called hair, and get ready for this meeting thing.

Sitting on his gaming chair, he opened up discord. Finding his friends in a chat, he joined. All the people in the chat were chatting away about random topics, waiting for the rest of the people to join.

When everyone had joined, the chat had delved into different ideas about what to do for purge 2. I wasn't listening very much, trying to just settle down my thoughts. My mind quickly turned against me, deciding right now was prime time to have a panic attack. My breathing went faster, my mind making my mind go into panic mode. Delving into a panic attack, his breathing went into sharp, fast, and short breaths. Due to the short breathing patterns, my mind became clouded, not enough oxygen getting to the brain. (I should know this lol, when I play the flute I have a bad habit of having short breathing intakes in-between notes and you can pass out by it.)

"Ryan, are you doing okay? You're not responding," Shadow said as he was basically the father figure in the group. Not hearing him as the ringing in his ears became louder, curling in on himself. Tears sprang into his eyes, soon turning into small sobs, and then giant tears. Not even noticing it, as my lungs constrict and throat constricted tightly. I scratch at my throat, leaving red lines that slightly sting, not even aware of the pain. Too far gone into the world of panic to care, his heart beats faster when a lot of oxygen doesn't reach his heart. (Why do I do this to myself? Why? I've never experienced one, and I hope I never do, so this is definitely slightly/a whole lot   inaccurate.)

My phone rings, not bothering to pick it up. As soon as the screen became dark, it turned back on to another call. It does this several times, "dude, if you can, can you answer? I want to make sure you're fine as you're not unmuting, or you can't unmute," I couldn't tell who it was, it was like a little ant talking in his ear. Reaching over to his phone, with shaky hands, several failed attempts to grab my phone. Almost dropped it several times, only dropping it once.

Reaching to the very blurry screen, waiting for another call to come through. Once the phone rang again, quickly answering the call. Calming down slightly, as the person on the other side sighed, probably thankful that I finally answered the call.

"Dude- oh- oh wait, I know what this sounds like, um- uh- I can't do the breathing thing as you know, there's no really good speaker on a phone, doesn't matter we're getting off track. Uh- five things you feel, try your best," the person on the other side of the phone said, still not able to recognize the caller id or the voice of the person.

"M-my chair?… uh um the phone? …. My shirrrrtttt?" Voice slurring slightly in a very quiet voice, "My desk, and I-... And my hair."

"You're doing very well, 4 things you can hear?" Saying the things I hear around me, going through the last of the senses, finally calming down.

"This is uh- thank you for helping with… this, thank you so much," I say, as I'm still taking some shallow breaths.

"I… if you ever need someone, to tak to, or just cry to… I'm… here for you," the person, now recognized as Shadow, says. All the group decides to just continue this tomorrow, me promising to update them if it gets worse or anything, like a shoulder to cry on, to rant too or something like that.

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Love you all, if any of you deal with this type of stuff, there are different helplines for this stuff. Stay safe, eat something/drink your water and have a good night or day.