Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, and never will.
Written in support of those suffering from anxiety/depression. Know that you are not alone, and that there are people out there who will support you no matter what.
Breathe
Kagome inhaled, counted to 10 and exhaled. Tonight was the one of the worst. The chest pains, the stomach ache, the headache, the sobbing, the restlessness. She shook her head before dropping it into her hands. Her hands clenched themselves in her hair. She knew this was one reason why she had chopped all of her hair off into a pixie cut; to prevent herself from pulling her hair out.
"Why," she asked herself. "Why, did this have to happen tonight?" Everything had been going well all day. She had been able to face some of things in her bog of eternal stench and thought that everything was fine. But apparently not. She hated these times, the weakness, the restlessness, the crying. Panic attacks always came at the worst times. Now because of this panic attack she was up at least two hours beyond when she should have been asleep. Kagome was just thankful that she had an appointment with her therapist the next morning. Kagome yawned. She was tired but still a little restless.
The restlessness is what really got to her at times because it was the hardest symptom to stop after the panic attacks. Kagome paced, 1 step, 2 steps, 3 steps, 4 steps, 5 steps, turn, repeat; she counted each step. She paced back and forth a few times then she tried sitting on the couch. Her right leg automatically crossed over her left, her right foot bouncing up and down in the air. She tried stilling it, but ten seconds later it was bouncing again. She tried playing one of the puzzle games on her phone. That barely helped. She wished her mind had a shut off switch on nights like this. She was tired, she needed sleep, and she needed a really big bear hug from all of her friends. Kagome stood up and went into her bedroom. She decided to try and sleep. She changed into her pajamas and lay down. She turned over onto her left side, closed her eyes, inhaled, counted to 10 and exhaled. Not even a minute later she was asleep. Tonight was bad, but she managed to deal with it.
Anxiety is a hidden disease. You will not know if someone has it until they say so themselves. Never judge somebody, because you may not know what battles they are fighting. I wrote this tonight to let those with anxiety/depression know that they are not alone, I am one of you. Know that there are people out there who love you unconditionally and will support you no matter what.