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panic attacks(ella ver)

(TW: PANIC ATTACKS, ANXIETY)

(WARNER'S POV)

Today has been quite tiring for me. Ella was feeling cramps and decided to head home early. I open the door to our house, hang my coat , take my shoes off. "Ella, I'm home" I yell. I was expecting a reply but it's just silence. Maybe she fell asleep? I have a feeling something bad is happening. I quickly rush to our bedroom just to make sure she is okay, and I was right. She's sitting on the floor beside our bed, hands shaking. She's having a panic attack.

I walk over to her and lift her chin with my hand. I look at her, then at her shaky hands, then at her again. I sit down in front of her. Her breathing is heavy and her hands are shaking rapidly. "Hey, hey, it's okay. Just breath with me" I say, attempting to calm her down. "I can't breath" she whispers. I rub her cheek with my thumb. "Try, love. Just try" I reply.  I notice she doesn't stop breathing rapidly. "Love, its okay. Im here. Please relax a little" I say. "I can't Aaron. I can-" she starts. "It's okay. Im here. Look at me" I move her chin to look at me. "Look at me, I'm right here". She touches her hand over mine, squeezes it gently. I move her onto my lap. Rubbing circles on her palm with my thumb. She kisses me on my cheek.

(ELLA'S POV)

I was getting period cramps today, so they let me stay home. But I started to think, about my flaws. My waist, my stomach, my chest. It made me really hate myself. If anyone knew I had these thoughts, they would call me stupid or ungrateful for myself. People always assume that because I have an amazing life with an amazing husband it means that I can't have emotions. I get anxiety sometimes, panic attacks some times, I get upset sometimes. It doesn't make me ungrateful for having emotions. I have the right to be upset or angry. And I have the right to feel anxiety or have panic attacks. 

Aaron is holding onto me tight, rubbing circles on my palm and back. He runs his fingers through my hair. "Better?" he asks me. "Better" I say. He kisses my hand. I'm so grateful to have a husband like him. Might sound cringey, but it's true. I love him and I know he loves me a lot. He takes care of me all day and knows how to deal with my attitude. He stand up with me still in his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist. He places me in bed and wraps the blanket around me. "Snacks and a hot water bottle?" he asks. I smile and nod. He leaves the room and heads to the kitchen. I decide to spend my time by looking for a good movie to watch. 

(AARON'S POV)

I walk back into the room with the snacks and hot water bottle. "Thank you" she says. "You're welcome, love" I say as I lay down next to her. We spend the rest of the day watching moves and eating because that's what she deserves. She's really hardworking and deserves breaks once in a while. She shouldn't even need to thank me for anything. That's my job. My job is to take care of her. I want to take care of her. I want to feed her, to buy her anything she wants, to help her, to love her. I love her, I really do. 

(589 WORDS)

hello everybody. yes. I did another panic attack story. I always do mental health related content because some people might be struggling with mental health themselves and all I want to really do is to help you guys. If you guys are struggling with anxiety or panic attacks, please tell somebody. it might help. and as always, if u hv any suggestions please comment them and I'll 100% do them!!!!byeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!