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desultory-suggestions · 8 months
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“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the courage to start all over again.”
― Francis Scott Fitzgerald
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achillyscomedown · 8 months
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this winter i’m going to adopt the dead poets society aesthetic. am i gonna go for the beginning of the film or the end? no one really knows. make sure to stay tuned
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One thing I've noticed is that people talk about the low in mental health but seem to not talk about being too happy and how unhealthy it can be as well.
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bippityboppityouch · 3 months
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So I went to a writing camp today, and one of the things one of the author instructors said really struck me, because I've been struggling so bad with mental health and only seeing it as a bad thing
But you see. When you write, it's good to have the firsthand experience so you know how to write it accurately and well, especially when it comes to mental illnesses
So that got me thinking. Well, I do like to write about mental health/illness because I feel like people need to see representation of it and others who are struggling with it need to know that they're NOT alone and that they ARE seen and valid
And now mental illness isn't something I only see as a bad thing, but it can be helpful as well because I'm able to share my experiences when writing characters and be able to have these experiences that I otherwise wouldn't be able to choose to have like visiting somewhere or something
Sorry I'm kind of rambling and don't know if it makes sense but it just really gave me a whole new persepctive
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schizoaffectively · 1 month
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Might document some of my reoccurring hallucinations and delusions in a little masterpost. It'll help me organize it, plus others can share their experiences too.
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vinilsoup · 9 months
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I do think I have autism+bpd. It fucking sucks.
And y'know what's worse? I'm so used to being mistreated that when people are nice to me I feel like fucking shit. Like I don't deserve to be treated nicely bc I'm a piece of shit.
People with BPD are literally abuse survivors that are demonized and mistreated for showing "bad" and inconvenient symptoms. And we let it happen. Until we explode, then it's our fault for exploding.
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thedinosaurolophus · 5 months
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TFW you are an extrovert with ADHD and social anxiety, so no matter what you do you're either low on energy, overwhelmed or going insane
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joakava · 2 years
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i love this shit
having bruises>>>>
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thesinsemillier · 9 months
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RIP Sinéad, My Patron Saint of Rage 
Content warning: CSA, suicidal ideation 
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When The Lion and the Cobra was released in 1987, I was an exchange student spending my senior year of high school in West Berlin. My mom and stepdad sent me the cassette tape and I was instantly drawn to Sinéad O’Connor’s unique voice and most of all, her anger and grief. Painful secrets from my childhood haunted me day and night, and I couldn’t get anyone to listen or help. I was deemed weak for not being able to simply forget about the abuse and move on. Worse, others called me a liar, even in my own family, though they knew better. By middle school, we’d moved from just outside Boston to a small town in central Massachusetts where I was relentlessly bullied until I left for the exchange program. Every day, I tried to avoid brutal beatings by getting to school two hours early and leaving at least an hour late, hiding in spaces where they wouldn’t find me. As the only punk-Goth girl in that Lovecraftian, small-town high school, broken by PTSD that I didn’t know I had from childhood, I was an easy target. Sinéad’s rage-filled howls awoke my own anger about my past. It was liberating. Only 3 years older than me, she was like the renegade sister I never had. 
I came home from my year abroad to find my mom and stepdad were facing a failing marriage. The way my stepdad broke my mom’s heart shattered her. I remember him sitting on the front stoop one evening, watching the sunset as he contemplated his future without us. Playing The Lion and the Cobra was like setting off a weapon. Tears abound, especially if my mom was around when “Troy” played. Yet, it was one of my favorite albums because of its therapeutic effect—it was the only way I knew how to express my rage.  
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When her tears fell in the video for “Nothing Compares 2 U” in 1990, the raw pain in Sinéad’s soul was laid bare. When she shredded that photo on the SNL stage, I cheered as a survivor of CSA. My abuse occurred outside of church, but after, I was sent to Sunday school as part of the effort to make me forget and move on. In a lesson where “Jesus protects the little children” was the theme, I raised my hand and asked why I wasn’t protected. The Sunday school teacher, exasperated with the interruption, told me that whatever had happened to me, I had it coming. As a result, I went to war with the church at the age of 6 and eventually found spiritual solace in Celtic paganism.  
I can’t even begin to count how often I danced alone well into the night to those songs, “Jackie” being my personal favorite on the album, though honestly each song is perfect. Whiskey and a small pipe full of cannabis fueled my cathartic, music-filled escapist nights when I was stuck in a dead-end, stifling job  that was adding ever more layers of trauma to my life. I finally started a new career ten years ago, but those music-filled nights continued as a means of therapy as I sought release from so many years of anger and sorrow.  
I didn’t know anything about her personal life until I read her memoir, Remeberings: Scenes from My Comlicated Life, in 2022. I had recently been diagnosed with complex PTSD (CPTSD), and Sinéad’s book had a powerful impact on me. It helped me heal. Although our backgrounds are very different, there were enough similarities in essence. I related to her state of mind. I inherited plenty of generational trauma from my Irish heritage and her account of life in Ireland gave me some deeper insights into a history that I’m only just learning more about now. I was following her on Twitter when her son Shane committed suicide and she was tweeting from the hospital where she was staying after being tempted by the idea of suicide herself. And it wasn’t the first time, as she explained in her book. Her mourning, her wild humor, her snark as she addressed any haters on Twitter resonated in my soul.  
Today’s news of her death breaks my heart. Many of us who struggle with mental illness know those dark spaces where death seems to offer a peace from the chaos we find here in the world. Her music guided me and so many of my fellow GenX friends through difficult times—times we faced with a maelstrom of emotion. We raged, we sang, and we tried our best to hide our pain throughout all of it.  
Airím uaim thú, mo deirfiúr álainn. Thank you for sharing your voice with us. I’ll always carry your songs in my heart.  
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recently ive fallen asleep tracing my kn!fe across my wrist nonstop while whispering to myself how i cant cut like a hypnotic manic lullaby until i pass out from exhaustion after not letting myself sleep for as long as possible (trying for 24 hours)
must be some new level of crazy, i like it
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achillyscomedown · 8 months
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people really expect me to commit to a relationship when i can’t even commit to reading more than one sentence of a paragraph, like-?
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People are like okay I understand your mental illness until you arent in a baseline state and start showing your symptoms that got you diagnosed in the first place. Then they look at you differently and micromanage your every action.
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tetsufierro · 1 year
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Dark Souls 3 is Thinking of Ending Things
This video hits so hard when you look at the interpretation of Dark Souls being a game form of depression.
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nothinspeci · 1 year
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Not only fighting, they mad scream on me now…those cowards of demons.
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delicatewings · 2 years
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I believe I'm going to turn my live streams on twitch to a mental health positive related stream. Kind of like a podcast, but you'll be able to watch my friends and I die in video games over and over again while talking about it. No enough people talk about it. It needs to change.
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