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Why "doing something relaxing” does not help your anxiety

A lot of the time when people give advice intended to relieve anxiety, they suggest doing “relaxing” things like drawing, painting, knitting, taking a bubble bath, coloring in one of those zen coloring books, or watching glitter settle to the bottom of a jar.

This advice is always well-intentioned, and I’m not here to diss people who either give it or who benefit from it. But it has never, ever done shit for me, and this is because it goes about resolving anxiety in the completely wrong way.  

THE WORST THING YOU CAN DO when suffering from anxiety is to do a “relaxing” thing that just enables your mind to dwell and obsess more on the thing that’s bothering you. You need to ESCAPE from the dwelling and the obsession in order to experience relief.

You can drive to a quiet farm, drive to the beach, drive to a park, or anywhere else, but as someone who has tried it all many, many times, trust me–it’s a waste of gas. You will just end up still sad and stressed, only with sand on your butt. You can’t physically escape your sadness. Your sadness is inside of you. To escape, you need to give your brain something to play with for a while until you can approach the issue with a healthier frame of mind. 

People who have anxiety do not need more time to contemplate, because we will use it to contemplate how much we suck.

In fact, you could say that’s what anxiety is–hyper-contemplating. When we let our minds run free, they run straight into the thorn bushes. Our minds are already running, and they need to be controlled. They need to be given something to do, or they’ll destroy everything, just like an overactive husky dog ripping up all the furniture. 

Therefore, I present to you: 

THINGS YOU SHOULD NOT DO WHEN ANXIOUS

–Go on a walk

–Watch a sunset, watch fish in an aquarium, watch glitter, etc.

–Go anywhere where the main activity is sitting and watching

–Draw, color, do anything that occupies the hands and not the mind

–Do yoga, jog, go fishing, or anything that lets you mentally drift 

–Do literally ANYTHING that gives you great amounts of mental space to obsess and dwell on things.

THINGS YOU SHOULD DO WHEN ANXIOUS:

–Do a crossword puzzle, Sudoku, or any other mind teaser game. Crosswords are the best.

–Write something. It doesn’t have to be a masterpiece. Write the Top 10 Best Restaurants in My City. Rank celebrities according to Best Smile. Write some dumb Legolas fanfiction and rip it up when you’re done. It’s not for publication, it’s a relief exercise that only you will see. 

–Read something, watch TV, or watch a movie–as long as it’s engrossing. Don’t watch anything which you can run as background noise (like, off the top of my head, Say Yes to The Dress.) As weird as it seems, American Horror Story actually helps me a lot, because it sucks me in. 

–Masturbate. Yes, I’m serious. Your mind has to concentrate on the mini-movie it’s running. It can’t run Sexy Titillating Things and All The Things That are Bothering Me at the same time. (…I hope. If it can, then…ignore this one.) 

–Do math problems—literally, google “algebra problems worksheet” and solve them. If you haven’t done math since 7th grade this will really help you. I don’t mean with math, I mean with the anxiety. 

–Play a game or a sport with someone that requires great mental concentration. Working with 5 people to get a ball over a net is a challenge which will require your brain to turn off the Sadness Channel. 

–Play a video game, as long as it’s not something like candy crush or Tetris that’s mindless. 

THINGS YOU SHOULD DO DURING PANIC ATTACKS ESPECIALLY:

–List the capitals of all the U.S. states

–List the capitals of all the European countries

–List all the shapes you can see. Or all the colors. 

–List all the blonde celebrities you can think of.

–Pull up a random block of text and count all the As in it, or Es or whatever.  

Now obviously, I am not a doctor. I am just an anxious person who has tried almost everything to help myself.  I’ve finally realized that the stuff people recommend never works because this is a disorder that thrives on free time and free mental space. When I do the stuff I listed above, I can breathe again. And I hope it helps someone here too. 

(Now this shouldn’t have to be said but if the “do nots” work for you then by all means do them. They’ve just never worked for me.)

Straight Outta Surgery

Warnings: surgery (not in detail), high Shawn, fluff (u should know this by now

Summary: Shawn’s high after his surgery, and, in Aaliyah’s wise words, it’s very interesting.

Word count: 750+

A/N: if you read this and you like the fic, send me an anonymous confession of anything (i mainly put this here to see if anyone reads the stuff before the fic, so if u do, send me stufffff)

Also, Shawn had that nose surgery a while ago? Yes, this is it.

Beta: @hazeleyedcat (this girl is seriously the only thing keeping me sane)

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“Mrs. Mendes?” A doctor came into the waiting room, clipboard in his hand and stethoscope around his neck.

“That’s me.” You smiled, standing up.

“Your husband is out of surgery now. You can wait inside with him until the nurses give you his medication.” The doctor nodded for you two to follow him. 

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Polar Opposites

Requested: No (Send in requests! Requests are almost always open!)

Warnings: None, really. General fluffiness all around :D

Pairing(s): Sweet Pea x Male Reader

Summary: No one expected Sweet Pea to date a guy, but even if they did, they would have never guessed he’d go after someone as opposite from him as you.

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When Sweet Pea started dating one of the sweetest, if not the sweetest guy in town, everyone was confused. You two were polar opposites. Sweet Pea was a giant hot-headed gang member who couldn’t care less for anyone other than himself and his other Serpents, and you were a small, soft guy who wore oversized sweaters, had almost perfect grades, and loved taking care of stray cats whenever you could.

At first, they actually thought that your entire relationship was a lie, a big prank set up by Fangs and Sweet Pea who somehow got an innocent boy in on it. But then they saw you and Sweet Pea together.

Sweet Pea had told them that he was dating someone about a week before they actually saw you. He hadn’t even formally introduced the group to you when they saw you, so when they caught you two together, they made sure to hide.

They saw you both when Sweet Pea pulled up to Riverdale High on his motorcycle with you clearly pressed up against his back. And as soon as you both got off, his hands were on you.

They could hear you giggling as Pea buried his face in your neck. They could see your hands cup his cheeks and bring his lips to yours, you smiling into the kiss. They knew the love between the both was genuine as soon as you both pulled away with grins on your faces.

Their assumptions were only confirmed even more so when Sweet Pea actually introduced you to them.

Sweet Pea had informed the Serpents that he was bringing you in with him after school, so they would know not to freak out when an outsider came in, or, definitely more in this case, freak out the outsider.

As soon as Sweet Pea entered with you on his arm, the whole place went silent, all eyes trained on the new guy who stole Sweet Pea’s heart.

Your boyfriend brought you in front of the people he hung out with the most: Fangs, Toni, Jughead, and Cheryl. Fangs’s eyes immediately went to your intertwined fingers, a small smirk taking over his features.

“Guys, this is my boyfriend, y/n.” Sweet Pea turned to you. “Y/n, this is my family.”

His smile is soft and contagious, and you can’t help but smiling back. You turn your gaze back to Sweet Pea’s friends and you give a warm smile, waving with your sweater-covered right hand.

“Hi.”

Your voice is smaller than you wanted, and as soon as you spoke, you wanted to shrink. But the assuring squeeze Sweet Pea gave your hand made you puff your chest out slightly in hopes of giving off a vibe of confidence.

The group in front of you was silent. All they did was stare at you silently. It was unnerving to say the least. Fangs glanced at Toni, and they seemed to share a silent conversation.

You slowly moved behind Sweet Pea a bit, your free hand moving to his back. Your heart was pounding in your ears. To say you were nervous would be the biggest understatement you would ever have the displeasure of hearing. You moved behind Sweet Pea even more at the thought.

“Sweets,” you whispered, your hand on his back fisting his jacket tightly to the point of your knuckles turning white.

“Oh my god!” Cheryl exclaimed, leaving Toni’s grasp on her waist to move towards Sweet Pea.

“He is so adorable!” She grins up at your Sweets who gives an amused smile in return.

Your eyebrows furrow. ‘Adorable? She thinks I’m adorable?’ You thought to yourself. You slowly made your way back to Sweet Pea’s side, pressing yourself against him. Everyone was smiling now.

Fangs was the first to get up. He stretched an open hand to you quickly, which you flinched back from initially. After a second, you slowly put your hand in his, the sleeves of your sweater slightly obstructing your hand from touching his completely.

“I’m Fangs, Sweet Pea’s best friend, basically. Nice to meet the guy who he talks about all the goddamn time,” he says with a chuckle, a side glance being thrown at Sweets. “Not gonna lie, you’re not what I was expecting as a partner of his, but I’m definitely pleasantly surprised.”

You smiled, muttering a quiet thank you. The others in front of you made their introductions, you getting more confident as time passed. Your giant of a boyfriend stayed beside you through it all, making sure you weren’t too uncomfortable with all the touching and new people.

As soon as all the introductions were over, everything was much more lively in the Serpents’ Den. With time, you knew you would grow to love the people and the atmosphere there. You didn’t know how you knew, you just did. Even if you didn’t, you’d still have Sweet Pea with you through it all.

Where You're Meant to Be

Pairing: Harry Hook X Son of Maleficent!Reader

Requested: Yes

Request: “I love your writing!!!! ❤ You are super talented 💙 Would you be willing and able to do a Harry Hook x male reader where reader is the son of Maleficent with horns, green skin and gold eyes + they’re a super affectionate and handsy couple?”

A/N: To the anon who requested this, I'm sorry this took so long! Life has been kind of hectic recently, but I got to it as fast as I could! I hope you like it but feel free to message me if this wasn’t what you wanted and I’d be happy to rewrite it!

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