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1,2,3,4 Keep counting It’s heavy, and the air is hot 1,2,3,4 Keep counting I hear the screaming, and all the lies. Come on girl, keep counting 1,2,3,4 snap snap My hands are trembling I can’t quite see But 1,2,3,4. Keep counting. You’ve gotta breathe. 1 2 3 4 That’s how many breaths you need Count to 4. Count to 4. Just. Keep. Counting.
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Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 12:34 AM UTC
Anxiety
1,2,3,4 Keep counting It’s heavy, and the air is hot 1,2,3,4 Keep counting I hear the screaming, and all the lies. Come on girl, keep counting 1,2,3,4 snap snap My hands are trembling I can’t quite see But 1,2,3,4. Keep counting. You’ve gotta breathe. 1 2 3 4 That’s how many breaths you need Count to 4. Count to 4. Just. Keep. Counting.
This is how I handle my panic attacks. Counting to 4, and snapping on cue. Focuses the mind to some thing else. Sooner or later I’m not panicking. I’m counting, and I can breathe again.
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Schixobean
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Schixobean
21/F/American
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 12:34 AM UTC
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