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#I'm exausted mentally
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Sometimes... the world can be a little too much.
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rotzaprachim · 5 days
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two of my four professors are people i basically need to file institutional complaints to have removed from their teaching jobs so they stop fucking up students' whole educations and i can tell you i am not looking forward to it
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dailylowqualitycats · 6 months
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Day 80
Exhausted cat
His name is Joey
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princemick · 6 months
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bee-the-whovian · 20 days
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Public Service Announcement
Gentlemen, if you are ever wooing/pursuing/courting/dating a young lady, and she happens to be the executive producer for a small theater company which happens to be less than a week out from their opening night....
Please refrain from breaking up with her/ breaking off communications/breaking her heart until after the end of the production, or at least tech week.
Please and thank you.
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thesemptyspace · 6 months
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im tired. my soul is tired.
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thethreedeadkings · 1 year
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OMFG! What do I do with this neverending emotional pain!? I can't take this shit anymore! It doesn't ever fucking stop! I'm going insane here.. FUCK!
If my mind would have been this prolificly consistent with anything else in life I would have been Bill fucking Gates by now!
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nerd-at-sea5 · 2 years
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it’s been a rough week so ignore the tags if u don’t want to hear my bullshit 
thanks
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Lights out
pairing: charles leclerc x reader
summary: after returning from a triple header where you accompanied your boyfriend Charles, you find a surprise in the apartment.
warnings: none
notes: this is the first fanfic I write, I hope to improve over time, any type of interaction is welcome < 3
After a triple header which your boyfriend practically begged for you to acompany him, you were certenelly glad to be back in your home in Mónaco.
"I'm dying to return to my bed, tou will never take me out of it again" you dramaticalized in your way stairs up to your apartment.
"I don't see a problem with that" he teased, making you chucked at his statement.
"No, but really, I, of course, had the idea of a tour like that being tiring but it's incredibly exausting, my love, I'm going to plan a relaxing week for you to recharge your energies".
It was the first time you get to witnessed a triple header first hand with him, due to your last job being so demanding that you got to lost the oportunity to join him in that kind of trips multiple times, so now, seeing how bad those kind of shows could affected him, you thought it was the least you could do to help him since he had been nothing but a wonderful boyfriend to you.
"Thank you, chérie, but all I need is you and a good amount of pasta, that Andrea should never heard of" he joked back to you.
It was kind of cute how he always, being the nicest person you've ever met, tried to dismiss any kind of attention to him and light it off with a joke, too humble for his own good, and even though sometimes those actitudes freaked you out, that as a part of his personality was also something you loved about him.
Trying to get ahead of him so that you could plan the following days taking advantage of the ideas that came to your mind, you made a short run until you reached the door of your home, you opened it nimbly and carelessly dumped your luggage, now focusing on finding the light switch
"Fuck" you said when you realized that there was no light in the room.
"What happened, cherie?" asked confused Charles as he tried to enter the room by dodging the luggage spread on the floor.
"I'll tell you in a minute".
The lack of electricity in the place also puzzled you, so you left your boyfriend at the entrance and went to each room to check and realize that they were all in the same condition. Still confused, you did a mental recap trying to find an answer to this situation, when an idea came to your mind, so you took your phone out of your pocket and clicked on the banking app.
"Oh" was all that came out of your mouth when you realized you never made the payment.
Sharing a house is a great commitment, which undoubtedly tests the duration of relationships, which is why since Charles proposed to do it, you tried to work on delegating responsibilities to each other and thus avoid feeling that you are invading his personal space. The problem here is that paying for electricity is something that was up to you, and you had no problem doing it since Charles spent most of his time flying, in the factory or racing, you considered it fair that this task fell on you. being the one who spent most of his time in the apartment.
You thought you made the payment a few days ago, but when you checked your bank account you realized that you never completed the transaction, which you embarrassingly confessed to your boyfriend.
He looked at you curiously, then chuckled and burst out laughing, "Oh, mon amour, of course you did".
Your first reaction was to be embarrassed by everything that happened, but upon hearing his melodious and contagious laugh you had no choice but to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation as well.
You both ended up leaning back on the couch, giggling. "Oh god, i love you" stated Charles as he ran a hand contouring your face.
"Even when i make your house look like a tunnel?" you teased while excessively batting your lashes.
"Even when you leave Monte Carlo in completly darkness" at that, you lightly smacked his arm, earning a giggle from him.
Thank you so much for reading it, it was a weird idea that I got yesterday, hope you liked it <3
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suratan-zir · 18 days
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TW: depression
I spend every day in vain attempts of focusing on the "now" and not thinking about the future. But I'm losing this battle with my brain. No amount of antidepressant pills, or alcohol with pills, or sunshine and positive thinking, can muffle this voice that says that it's going to get worse and worse, that there is no point in waiting untill it gets really bad, that I should take an easy way out.
Battling mental illiness is one thing. But try doing this when things are actually objectively bad. When your depression isn't necessarily lying to you. When the situation is genuinely pretty damn near hopeless. Even if in the present moment I'm okay, I can play cozy computer games, go on hikes, eat cookies, and pet my animals, what is it worth if I can see the monster on the horizon? If I know that this simple safe life that I desire is not possible and I will suffer more losses untill it eats me alive?
I move back and forth between living in the moment, escaping into hobbies when I have the strength for it, and nervous breakdowns, staring at the wall, biting my fingers and zoning out for hours. I don't know how to pull myself together and start believing in something again, I just want it to end one way or another. I'm exausted.
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hetalia-club · 1 month
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How do you deal with the toxicity in the fandom? It's getting hard to be here.
Yeah a lot of people suck. I just don't visit tags at all anymore. I'm going to be honest I haven't since some time last year. I follow people that I like and I know are not drama whores and I get my reblog content from them ethically. I block anyone I see making call out posts or stupid call to actions against people. Or shoving current SERIOUS real life politics into Hetalia (a major peeve of mine. and emphasis on serious because of course jokes on funny current events are fine but it's the serious stuff that really sets a fire in me. Like the current wars for example.) You just gotta do what you gotta do to keep your mental health good tbh. I've noticed some people leaving lately due to people not minding their own business and harassing others, people that I actually liked and that's really annoying. I just don't understand why some people in this fandom have to be so vindictive and insufferable it's sad honestly. Do they not get tired? They have to because listening to some of these people is EXAUSTING! So many people on the outside hate the Hetalia fandom for what some weirdos did 10ish years ago. I don't know why some people feel the need to start drama and fights for NOTHING. That being said if you're a Hetalia blog that is chill and does not start drama reblog this post and I'll consider following you because I need more content to reblog. & or if you are a chill person and like other chill people who enjoy Hetalia & music join my discord maybe? I share my AI covers there and people talk when a conversation comes up but it's not just non stop text walls like some other servers where it's hard to get a word in edge wise. It's pretty small and relaxed. You can share your art, or own AI covers & or au's or fic ideas. No drama is allowed. My discord if anyone is interested in it:
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hornyramostan · 1 year
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Sergio Ramos x reader;
in which Sergio needs someone to comfort him
tw:self harm
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You and Sergio have been dating for a couple years so you knew how was to live with a professional football player. There where a lot of happy times like when he won the champions league with Real Madrid or when he and the spanish team won the world cup, but as much as good times, there are bad times, and Sergio was traversing a bad one.
From a young age, footballers are strongly demanded so that they have a good performance in the matches. To achieve that good performance they have to go trough a lot of training, and that not only wears you physically but mentally. And that was something you hated so much. It seems like people, or even their own coaches and leaders did not know that mental health is exactly as important as physical health. You were tired of seeing him criying from stress after practices or before matches, because yes, players change A LOT when they're not on the field, and that was huge noticeable on Sergio.
On the field he was agressive, violent, rude and he was going to do everything he can to make his team won, but off the field he was the most loving, affectionate, protective, funny, friendly and sensitive person. People think that just because how he is on the pitch he has no emotions, but he has.
You knew that a few years ago he used to cut himself. You saw the marks one time and the idea of him doing it again tormented you. But multiple times he told you that he wasn't going to do it again, until that day.
You were back home after an exausting day at work. "I'm here!" You said closing the front door. After not hearing any response You exclaim again "Hello? Sergio? Babe? Are you at home?" Again, no one answered and you started to panic. Quickly, you went upstairs and went to the room the both of you shared. You were checking the place until you realized that the bathroom door was closed and there was someone inside, since a fine line of light escaped from under the door. Without much tought, you headed to the door and started to try to open it. "Sergio honey are you in there?" At this point, desperation had taken control of your voice and it began to crack. "Sergio babe open the door please honey i'm here" No response "SERGIO OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR" That scream full of fear, anxiety and panic, was enough for you boyfriend to Open the door. What you saw was nightamare. Your boyfriend, the love of your life was covered in blood because of the cuts he had in his arms an inner thighs. "Y/n i can explain it, i- just-" "no sergio oh my god what happened love why didn't you call me for gods sake look at you oh no no" That's when you started to cry. How didn't you notice how bad he was?
"C'mon, let me take care of you" You raised your hand in a signal for him to grab it and guide him to where you had the first-aid kit with the necessary things to cure him. You sit him down on the bed and grab his arm. With a cotton ball with hydrogen peroxide, you cleaned his cuts "Auch" He complained "Sorry" You said. You keep cleaning and bandaging his cuts, starting with the arms and continuing with the legs. At all time he kept his eyes on you. You didn't see them, but you felt them, you felt his starring gaze on your hands.
When you finished, you raised your head and looked into his eyes. "Why?" Silence. "Sergio why didn't you told me what was happening?" "I, i don't know. It all happened so fast. Lately it seems that the world is against me, I am doing badly in training, the press and television programs do not stop saying things about me, I feel that nobody understands me, that nobody can put up with me" "Sergio, my love, you know you can count with me, ALWAYS at any moment at any time. Please please please don't you ever feel like a burden to me or anyone. I want you to know that you are the most important thing that i got and i love you so so much, so please honey never do this again, and when you feel like you need to do it, call me or tell this to a close friend, anyone you like, but i want you to know that you will never be alone"
Sergio bursted into tears. You've seen him cry, yes, but never like that. He seemed to be venting after a long time suppressing his emotions. Carefully, you brought him to your chest where he quickly snuggled up. You started caressing his back as you settled on the bed.
After a long while, you stopped hearing crying and heard your boyfriend's voice "Thank you y/n, thank you for listening and thank you for taking care of me. I love you so much" Sergio was lying on top of you hugging you around the waist with his head on your chest while you caressed his hair. "It's nothing love, I will always be here for you" And just like that, you both fell asleep in each other's arms.
HII
i wanted to do one with this topic because i think mental health in profesional players (of any sport) isn't talked about enough.
i hope you like it and remember, you will never be alone ❤️
if you like it please interact with it so more people can read it
my inbox its open for requests!
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fang-and-feather · 2 days
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I have been so mentally and emotionally exausted this month and nothing even happened. Sometimes I feel a little better, but it never lasts long. I feel lonely, but I feel too emotionally tired to interact with people. I feel excited to do things, but also too tired to make the effort. I try resting, but I start feeling restless, but as soon as I pick something up, I'm back to tired and the cycle repeats... I don't even know what set my anxiety off like that 😢
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demacianhcart · 3 months
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Sorry I've been absent, life has been rough. I'm mentally and physically exausted from problems with sleep, family matters, comission matters. Thank you for being patient with me.
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camelosuspeito · 6 months
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sending an ask because i don't think we've directly interacted much but you're a joy to see in my notes!! because i'm gathering ideas (related to my post abt therapy) and idk you very well yet, tell me what you think barriers to accessing therapy are either for you or just in general from your perspective <3
Hi!! Im glad i can be of help!
Well, some major points are:
* The cost of it if you´re paying out of pocket;
*The low quality and excruciating waiting lists for it in public health care (at least in my country);
*The difficult process of finding a therapist you´re confortable with and is trustworthy (that can also be very long and exausting);
*The social stigma against all things associated with therapy, mental illnesses, neurodivergencies and many more;
*And that sometimes you just dont have the time or energy for it if you study and work, work full time, study full time, is a caregiver, or overall live a very busy and responsability loaded life.
At least those are the ones i know of.
Sorry if my english is a bit broken, hope your research pays off!!
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laferocia · 5 months
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When Mike mentioned he had mental health issues, I wasn't surprised. I had seen some pictures from his Italian tour in 2019, and honestly, he didn't seem well. A friend of mine attended the Prato gig and she said that he didn't speak Italian to the audience during the gig and looked exausted. He was polite and friendly to everyone, but he appeared tired, suddenly older, somewhat overweight, and in a way, "absent." The performance itself was flawless, but she noted that something was lacking (energy, chemistry, shit like this). Perhaps his issues with alcohol were already escalating, and the pandemic exacerbated the situation. I'm the happiest knowing that he is getting better. He deserves the best from life.
Some pics from Prato gig, August 2019.
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