Acupressure, an ancient therapeutic practice based on Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM), has achieved global renown for its capacity to improve wellbeing simply by applying pressure to particular places on the body. These spots, called acupoints, are said to be linked to numerous organs and systems, allowing energy flow (or “Qi”) throughout the body.
One such acupoint, near the heart, is known to have a significant impact on both physical and mental well-being. In this post, we’ll look at the importance of this acupressure point, how it affects the body, and how you may implement this easy practice into your daily routine for improved health.
The acupressure point near the heart: Pericardium 6 (P6 or Neiguan).
The acupressure point near the heart that we will concentrate on is Pericardium 6 (P6), commonly known as Neiguan. This place lies on the inside forearm, about three finger widths below the wrist, between the two tendons. P6 is a popular acupoint in TCM, known for its capacity to impact the heart, chest, and emotional state.
How to Locate and Stimulate Pericardium 6 (P6)
To find the P6 point:
- Turn your hand up and measure three finger widths from the wrist crease.
- The spot is located between two visible tendons running up your forearm.
- Once identified, use your thumb or index finger to provide firm, moderate pressure.
The Effects of Pressing the Pericardium for Two Minutes
1. Relief for Nausea and Vomiting
One of the most well-documented effects of stimulating the P6 point is that it reduces nausea and vomiting. This effect has been documented in multiple research, making it a common treatment for motion sickness, morning sickness during pregnancy, and even postoperative nausea. Applying pressure on P6 for two minutes can help soothe the stomach and minimize the desire to vomit by affecting the digestive system’s neurological pathways.
2. Calming the Heart and Mind.
P6 is strongly related with the Pericardium meridian, which is said to protect the heart in traditional Chinese medicine. Stimulating this spot can have a relaxing impact on the heart, lowering palpitations, anxiety, and tension. This makes it a good acupoint to press during times of high tension or worry since it may slow your heart rate and generate a sense of calm.
3. Enhancing Circulation and Reducing Chest Pain.
P6 is known to affect blood flow and can help improve circulation, especially to the heart and upper body. Applying pressure to this spot can help reduce chest pain or tightness by increasing blood flow and lowering muscular tension.
4. Promoting Emotional Balance
In Traditional Chinese Medicine, the Pericardium Meridian is also associated with emotional well-being. Stimulating P6 can assist balance emotions, especially when dealing with sorrow, despair, or feeling overwhelmed. Applying pressure to this spot may provide relief from emotional distress and an improved capacity to control your emotions.
5. Promotes Sleep and Relaxation.
P6, with its relaxing effects on both the heart and the mind, can also help improve sleep quality. Pressing this area before bedtime can aid in relaxing, making it easier to fall and remain asleep. It is a natural cure for individuals who suffer from insomnia or restless nights.
How to Add P6 Stimulation to Your Daily Routine
Including acupressure in your daily routine is simple and can be done practically anywhere. Here’s how you can add P6 stimulation to your day:
- Morning peaceful: Begin your day by pressing P6 for two minutes to encourage a peaceful and balanced mentality.
- Midday Stress Relief: If you’re feeling overwhelmed during the day, take a quick break to apply pressure to P6, which will assist to alleviate stress and anxiety.
- Pre-Meal Nausea Control: If you feel nauseated, press P6 before eating to assist settle your stomach.
Bedtime Relaxation: Take P6 before going to bed to help your body relax and prepare for a good night’s sleep.
The power of acupressure
The Pericardium 6 (P6) acupoint, positioned near the heart, provides a natural and accessible method for improving several areas of health and well-being.
Whether you’re suffering from nausea, stress, emotional imbalance, or sleep problems, this easy exercise can be a beneficial addition to your wellness toolkit. As with other types of self-care, consistency is essential—regular stimulation of P6 can result in more dramatic and long-lasting effects.
Acupressure is a gentle, non-invasive method that compliments other types of health care. However, if you have any concerns, you should listen to your body and check with a healthcare expert, especially if you have underlying health issues or are pregnant. Accept the ancient knowledge of acupressure and explore the possible advantages of pressing this spot near your heart for two minutes every day.
My Mom Told Me Not to Visit for 3 Months Due to ‘Renovations’ — When I Decided to Surprise Her, I Discovered the Gory Truth She Was Hiding
For three months, Mia’s mom insisted she stay away while her house was being renovated. But something didn’t sit right. When Mia arrives unannounced, she finds the door unlocked, the house eerily pristine, and a strange smell in the air. Mia is about to stumble upon a devastating secret.
The city was just waking up as I drove through its empty streets. Early morning light painted everything in soft hues, but I couldn’t shake this gnawing feeling in my gut. Something was wrong.
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I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles turning white. Mom’s voice echoed in my head as my memory replayed all those hurried phone calls and weird excuses. “Oh, honey, I can’t have you over. The house is a mess with all these renovations.”
But three months without seeing her? That wasn’t like us. We used to be thick as thieves, her and me.
I worried about what had changed as I waited at an intersection. Mom had always been house-proud, constantly tweaking and updating our home. But this felt different.
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Her voice on the phone lately… she always sounded so tired. Sad, even. And every time I’d try to press her on it, she’d brush me off. “Don’t worry about me, Mia. How’s that big project at work going? Have you gotten that promotion yet?”
I knew she was keeping something from me, and I’d let it slide for far too long.
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So here I was, way too early on a Saturday morning, driving across town because I couldn’t shake this feeling that something was terribly wrong.
As I pulled up to Mom’s house, my heart sank. The garden, usually Mom’s pride and joy, was overgrown and neglected. Weeds poked through the flower beds, and the rosebushes looked like they hadn’t seen pruning shears in months.
“What the hell?” I muttered. I killed the engine and rushed to the gate.
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I walked up to the front door, my footsteps echoing in the quiet morning. When I tried the handle, it turned easily. Unlocked. That wasn’t like Mom at all.
Fear prickled across my skin as I stepped inside. There was no dust, or building materials in sight. No sign of a drop cloth or any paint cans either. And what was that smell? Sharp and citrusy. The place was too clean, too sterile. Like a hospital.
“Mom?” I called out.
No answer.
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My eyes swept the entryway, landing on a familiar photo on the side table. It was us at the beach when I was maybe seven or eight. I was grinning at the camera, gap-toothed and sunburned, while Mom hugged me from behind, laughing.
The glass was smudged with fingerprints, mostly over my face. That was weird. Mom was always wiping things down, keeping everything spotless. But this… it looked like someone had been touching the photo a lot, almost frantically.
A chill ran down my spine.
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“Mom?” I called again, louder this time. “You here?”
That’s when I heard it. A faint creaking came from upstairs.
My heart raced as I climbed the stairs. The quiet felt heavy, pressing in on me from all sides. I tried to steady my breathing as I walked down the hallway toward Mom’s room.
“Mom?” My voice came out as a whisper now. “It’s me. It’s Mia.”
I pushed open her bedroom door, and the world seemed to tilt on its axis.
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There she was, struggling to sit up in bed. But this… this couldn’t be my mother. The woman before me was frail and gaunt, her skin sallow against the white sheets. And her hair… oh God, her beautiful hair was gone, replaced by a scarf wrapped around her head.
“Mia?” Her voice was weak, barely above a whisper. “You aren’t supposed to be here.”
I stood frozen in the doorway, my mind refusing to process what I was seeing.
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“Mom? What… what happened to you?”
She looked at me with those familiar brown eyes, now sunken in her pale face. “Oh, honey,” she sighed. “I didn’t want you to find out like this.”
I stumbled to her bedside, dropping to my knees. “Find out what? Mom, please, tell me what’s going on.”
She reached out a thin hand, and I clasped it in both of mine. It felt so fragile, like a bird’s bones.
“I have cancer, Mia,” she said softly.
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Time stopped and my world narrowed down to how dry her lips looked as she spoke and the hollow feeling in my chest. I couldn’t breathe.
“… undergoing chemotherapy for the past few months,” she finished.
“Cancer? But… but why didn’t you tell me? Why did you keep this from me?”
Tears welled up in her eyes. “I didn’t want to burden you, sweetheart. You’ve been working so hard for that promotion. I thought… I thought I could handle this on my own.”
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Anger flared up inside me, hot and sudden. “Handle it on your own? Mom, I’m your daughter! I should have been here! I should have known!”
“Mia, please,” she pleaded. “I was trying to protect you. I didn’t want you to see me like this, so weak and…”
“Protect me?” I cut her off, my voice rising as tears blurred my vision. “By lying to me? By keeping me away when you needed me most? How could you do that?”
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Mom’s face crumpled, and she started to cry, too. “I’m sorry,” she sobbed. “I’m so sorry, Mia. I thought I was doing the right thing. I didn’t want to be a burden.”
I climbed onto the bed beside her, careful not to jostle her too much, and pulled her into my arms.
“Oh, Mom,” I whispered. “You could never be a burden to me. Never.”
We sat there for a long time, just holding each other and crying. All the fear and pain of the past few months came pouring out.
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When we finally calmed down, I helped Mom get more comfortable, propping her up with pillows. Then I went downstairs and made us both some tea, my mind reeling with everything I’d learned.
Back in her room, I perched on the edge of the bed, handing her a steaming mug. “So,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “Tell me everything. From the beginning.”
And she did. She told me about the diagnosis, the shock, and the fear. How she’d started treatment right away, hoping to beat it before I even knew something was wrong.
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“But it spread so fast,” she said, her voice trembling. “By the time I realized how bad it was, I was already so sick.”
I took her hand again, squeezing gently. “Mom, don’t you get it? I love you. All of you. Even the sick parts, even the scared parts. Especially those parts. That’s what family is for.”
She looked at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of love and regret. “I just… I’ve always been the strong one, you know? Your rock. I didn’t know how to be anything else.”
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I smiled through my tears. “Well, now it’s my turn to be the rock. I’m not going anywhere, Mom. We’re in this together, okay?”
She nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Okay.”
I moved back in with Mom later that week. I also took time off work and called in every favor I could to get Mom the best care possible, even if all we could do was keep her as comfortable as possible.
We spent her final days together, sharing stories and memories, laughing and crying together. And when the end came, I was right there beside her.
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“I’m sorry, Mia,” she whispered. “I wanted… I never took you to Disneyland… I promised to take you camping in the mountains… so many promises I’ve broken…”
“It’s not important.” I moved closer to her on the bed. “What matters is that you were always there for me when I needed you. You always knew how to make me smile when I was sad, or make everything better when I messed something up.” I sniffed. “I don’t know what I’m going to do without you, Mom.”
Her eyes cracked open, and she smiled faintly at me.
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“You’re going to be okay, Mia. You’re so strong… my amazing daughter. I love you so much.”
I put my arms around her and hugged her as tightly as I dared. I’m not sure exactly when she slipped away, but when I eventually pulled back, Mom was gone.
I stayed there for a long time, trying to hold onto the warmth of our last hug as sobs racked my body, replaying her last words in my mind. Trying to keep her with me, no matter how impossible that was.
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Saying goodbye to Mom was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. But I wouldn’t trade those moments I spent with her for anything in the world.
Because in the end, that’s what love is. It’s showing up, even when it’s hard. It’s being there, even in the darkest moments. It’s holding on tight and never letting go.
Here’s another story: My name is Larissa, and I’m just a regular woman trying to keep up with the demands of life. Between work and everything else, I sometimes forget to slow down and focus on what really matters. But nothing could have prepared me for the day I returned to my childhood home, only to find it reduced to rubble and my mother missing.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
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