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Anxiety heaved in shallow breaths as he locked the door of his room behind himself. It was unlikely that anyone would try to find him, but he wasn't taking any risks.
He fell back onto his bed, staring at the posters he had tacked onto the ceiling and focusing on breathing.
That soon failed.
It reminded him of a documentary he'd watched on drowning. It followed the same cycle. The inability to breathe, the state of panic, the feeling of weights pulling on his lungs, until he would surface and manage to heave in a shallow breath before being dragged down by another wave. Tsunamis glossed over his eyes and flooded his waterlogged cheeks.
He lay in his bed, sweating and tangled in sheets, barely acknowledging the frantic hammering on his door. He wasn't planning on answering anyway.
Anxiety began finding his mind drifting, and soon settling on a thought. A piece he'd found on the internet about self-harm, and the psychological reasoning behind it. The help it provided in grounding oneself, and gaining control over situations of panic.
Worth a shot, I guess.
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Breathing | Prinxiety
Fanfiction"It's ok, just look at me, ok? Breathe, yeah, just take a deep breath. You're ok. You're gonna be ok." ok so little warning bc a few people have had to stop reading part way through, this book contains sensitive content. completely uncensored, detai...
