Breathing Styles Ideas Novels & Stories

She was sure glancing at Damien every minute of the night would be her job just to make sure he stays in his place. "Get what out if your mind?" Asked Mrs Lora who stepped into the garden. "Uhm... Nothing. I was just saying a mantra to help me relax from stress and all that" Mrs Lora approached her standing beside her. "To relieve stress, I normally find a calm peaceful spot and seat there after which I performed this breathing technique. To take in as much air as you can and then you exhale. Keep doing that for good ten minutes and you will be fine. It helps alot"

she reminded herself. Still, the feeling didn’t go away. The teacher went on explaining breathing exercises and motivating the listeners to get involved. Together, she said. “Take a deep breath in, and slowly release.” The couples were easily followed, with some holding hands to practice. Ava attempted to keep up, breathing in slowly, then out, and yet her actions were stiff, detached. A smiling woman beside her smiled. It was my first time, she said meekly. Ava glanced at her and nodded.

“Even as your Luna, am I just paying you back by having sex with you and bearing your kids? I will always owe you everything, and what about-” He stops me from my spiral by simply putting his hand on mine. His steady warmth forces me to freeze, and my eyes meet his. He keeps my gaze as he says, “Breathe, Raina.” I follow him in the breathing pattern he shows me. Inhale for four, hold for seven, exhale for eight. Repeat. And again. And again.

Slowly, deliberately, I inhaled and exhaled, hoping he would mimic me. At first, there was no response. His gaze remained distant, and his chest rose and fell erratically. But I didn’t stop. “You’re doing great,” I encouraged, offering a small, reassuring smile. “Just keep trying.” Gradually, almost imperceptibly at first, his breathing began to shift. The quick, shallow gasps slowed, becoming more measured as he started to match my rhythm. I continued to guide him, keeping my tone soft and consistent. “In through your nose,” I repeated gently, drawing in a long breath. “Out through your mouth.”

“The objective is to reach a state of relaxation. We begin with slow, controlled deep breaths. Try to keep your mind clear and focused on your breathing. Thoughts will come, and that’s okay, but let them come and then let them go. It’s natural to feel a variety of emotions as well, it’s okay, but don’t let them disrupt your focus. Just like thoughts, let them come and let them go. Now you can close your eyes or focus on a specific point, that’s up to you.” “Sounds easy enough,” Dannie said, and Balric showed her the breathing technique he wanted her to use. When it was her turn, Dannie started to close my eyes but changed her mind. There was something about having her eyes closed that made h

I wasn't sure I wanted another identifying label to define myself. I took a staggered breath in and let it fill my lungs, visualizing the fresh air move through my body from the top of my scalp down to my toes. I'd never believed in any of the exercises my old therapist had given me, but I was desperate for anything to calm me down in this moment. I slowly counted to four in my head as I breathed in, which felt more like an agonizing twelve, and steadied my exhale with a count of four as well. It didn't calm me. "Again, I'm only going to be a text away." Stacy reminded me.

“Habit is our worst enemy. With wrong habits, we magnify our weaknesses and destroy our strengths. Take breathing for instance. Some Slayers breathe through their mouths when sparring, and I’m not talking about the kiai cry which accompanies a strike or a throw and serves the purpose of intimidating the enemy or psyching up the Slayer. If you observe babies and animals, you’ll find they always breathe from their stomachs and through their noses. “Getting back to the fight, I kept swiveling my head frantically to try and keep track of the Ayakashi. Because I wanted to ‘see’. I soon realized that the only thing I’d be able to perceive if I kept that up was my hammering heart and the noise of m

The images cling to the corners of my vision refusing to fade. The air feels thick, pressing down on me, choking me as if it wasn’t quite real, hands trembling uncontrollably. “Breathe Tish, inhale, hold exhale.” I hear Kim’s gentle voice guiding me. My breaths come shallow, jagged at first, like I am learning to breathe again slowly. I loosen my grip on the mattress, willing my pulse to slow down. Eyes closed, I breathe in the faint scent of rain filtering through the small cracked window, mixing with the stale air of the room. “Breathe in and out.”

It looked peaceful, almost inviting, so I walked over, sank down, and crossed my legs beneath me. “Okay, Sierra. Just breathe,” I murmured to myself, closing my eyes and letting out a long, slow exhale. I focused on my breathing, in and out, slow and steady, trying to tune out the whirlwind in my mind. I listened to the gentle rustling of the leaves as the wind moved through the trees. I felt the cool earth beneath me, solid and grounding. I inhaled the crisp, clean scent of the woods, hoping it would calm me.

"Do you even understand the concept of a quiet mind? I can practically feel your mental wheels burning the proverbial rubber." I shrugged. "Sorry?" Tag came over, a smile quirking his mouth. "Try this. Lay down. Hands on your belly. Legs straight." I followed directions. I really wasn't trying to be difficult. But Finn just wasn't speaking my language I guess. Tag nodded. "Slow your breathing like you learned during de-escalation classes." I closed my eyes. Pulled a slow inhale of air through my nose for a five count. Pushed the air out for a slow five count.