So, I just discovered something interesting.
This is a bit of a long one, so bear with me. It's important. Seriously.
I just woke up a few hours ago. My meds are starting to kick in. I was having a very serious and genuine, deep conversation (in-head) and it was... beautiful. It wasn't happy, but it was beautiful. Not the point.
Point is:
I had not had a single fucking intrusive thought today until someone made a noise in the other room.
I am so fucking PISSED OFF
Why my brain refuses to realize that intrusive thoughts CAUSED the good feeling to go away, I have no fucking idea. I've known that for almost a year now, yet my stupid fucking subconscious refuses to change anything it's doing
Before I snap my fucking android phone in half and yeet somebody's face into neptune, I thought I'd share the discovery!!!!
Basically:
MY INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS DID NOT START UNTIL SOMETHING STARTLED ME OUT OF FOCUS
AS I TYPE THIS, I REALIZE THAT INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS -AT LEAST FOR ADHDERS- ARE A SURVIVAL TACTIC.
Elaborating:
When you fall asleep and your heart slows too much, your body does the falling thing to make sure you're still alive.
It's not that intrusive thoughts are *Just* because your brain gets too quiet, It's because your life has never been completely quite before, or -like me- the few times it is quiet, something interrupts. And even if it doesn't piss you off, even if you don't jump like I do, your brain still registers it as not safe.
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Falling asleep, heart slows a lot-
Body: *Sends adrenaline just to make sure it still actually works.*
Drowning, even mostly unconscious-
Body and brain: *Hold onto that last half-breath even if it feels like you're head is going to explode.*
Going grocery shopping or talking to someone you think is cool-
Brain: *Remembers what it felt like the first time your guardian was indifferent or mean about something that made you happy or calm.*
Things around you actually get quiet-
Brain *Sends a thought you hate just to make sure you're prepared for a sudden problem.*
TDLR 1: Your brain isn't mean on purpose, It's just paranoid and still has a will to live.
Listen. I know I'm just some random dude from a weird blog. But I'm trying to translate, to assist. Maybe somebody else needs this realization as much as I do. I apologize for the yelling earlier. I'm still just as upset, but only at my dumbass subconscious. Now some time has passed, and I have regained self-control.
(I also apologize for the above paragraph, my brain nags for me to do this, but I can't remember why. So:)
I am no psychologist. Here are my qualifications (why you should listen to me):
As my friends call it- "Disturbingly self-aware at all times."
Paranoid Schizophrenic with actual (unrelated) OCD, with years of experience dealing with it- more healthily in recent years.
Philosophy and deep thinking is simply my default. I use metaphors, but everything in this post is entirely literal, ...except the angry threat. (*begrudgingly accepts disappointment*)
I am a fiction writer. I don't know about healing people/first aid, but I know a LOT about how anatomy works, with many deep-dives on the psychology/evolution side.
People irl generally consider me a genius? Idk how to gauge that, IQ tests are irrelevant with this type of... smart?. I've been compared to both Da Vinci and Einstein. So, ...actually that's pretty fuckin' cool- (I AM NOT TRYING TO BRAG! I APOLOGIZE IF IT COMES OFF THAT WAY! I've never put it all down like this, and I'm just surprised and questioning my reputation.)
(Also, I love playing detective, so naturally I call myself Batman XD.)
Autistic; I experience the world, and every situation, from a view without any context.
ADHD: My brain automatically -As a guardian I hate describes- "Can watch three different movies at the same time, all in fast forward, and can keep up with all of them." ... Well, yes, but technically no. Idk if other ADHD people do this, but my brain "connects the dots" so quickly, I end up laughing at jokes I've never heard before the 'punchline', because I've already figured out what you're going to say next.
Now combine all that. I am kicking depression's ass and now I want to help you do the same.
I have only mentioned the relevant things. Please keep in mind that ALL of these have both advantages and disasters. Thank you for your patience and understanding. I am running on four hours of sleep. For the love of whatever, I hope this actually helps someone other than me.
Qualifications are noted because: This is all stuff (and stuff like this) that I am just always casually aware of.
TLDR2: Even if I wasn't trying to help people feel better, Apparently I was born with a nat 20 perception/insight check, so please don't argue that I truly understand what I'm talking about here.
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Bonds of Blood - Chapter 4
Fandom: Xenoblade Chronicles 2
Characters: Malos, Amalthus
TW: references to chirurgy
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Malos was woken up by a buzzing pain in his shoulder. Ugh, not again. He tried to roll over and relieve it. Only to find out he couldn't move an inch.
A feeling of dread washed over him like a bucket of cold water, jolting him fully awake. His eyes opened to meet a painfully white ceiling, clearly not belonging to the Monoceros. Indol, he remembered, as his mind began to retrace what had happened.
That bastard Amalthus. He should have expected his old driver would try to retrieve him under his grasp. Never thought he could actually succeed, though.
Mythra... And here he thought she’d never fall for the Praetor’s tricks. He’d be curious to know how he managed to convince her to help him. There was that other Blade, too. The one Mikhail called Haze. He recognized her, from five hundred years ago. She used to have the same Driver as Jin. Before Amalthus got them both. And now he finally got Malos too.
As the familiar sharp pain in his shoulder began to fade, he became aware of another, dull pain eating his whole body. It burnt. He could feel a power such as he hadn’t known since the Aegis war. But while the power he had back then was exhilarating, this new power made him sick. He could feel its filth coursing through his veins, seeping into his every cell. He had never felt more tainted.
Flesh-Eater.
He was an Aegis. He was created to destroy humans. Not to be fused with them. And yet, he could still remember the masked faces of those Indoline scums as they stood over him, tearing him open to implant human parts in him. Mostly blood. A lot of blood. That was now boiling in his ether veins, fighting against his Blade body and granting him unknown power.
A hoarse sound escaped his lips as he tried to gasp for fresh air to dull the burn. Without success.
A shadow fell over him. He tried to focus on the silhouette cutting against the white ceiling. Amalthus. The last person he wanted to see right now. He snarled at him, but the Indoline was unfazed.
“Now now, is that a way to greet your Driver?”
“You don't have any control over me.”
“Don’t I, now?”
A glint of self-satisfaction passed in the Praetor’s eyes as he reached to unlock the Ether Chains that were binding Malos, then took a step back. Wary, the Aegis tentatively moved an arm. Then a leg. He sat up. Amalthus did free him... He eyed his Driver. Cocky bastard.
He was just a blur as he jumped at the man’s throat. That new power coursing through his body was disgusting, but real. The Indoline gasped for air as Malos’s hands tightened around his throat. He’d never really thought about killing him before. A Blade didn’t kill their Driver, even someone like Malos, even a Driver like Amalthus. Though the end of the world would probably have meant his end too. But after being defiled into a Flesh-Eater, having witnessed the endless suffering he inflicted on Jin, now that he had him in his hands...
Fear flashed in the Indoline’s eyes for a short second, before being replaced by the same smug confidence as before. What the..?
Bright noise sparkled in Malos’s vision as he crumbled to the floor, his energy suddenly drained. He didn’t realize he’d hit the ground until his senses cleared again a moment later. What was that..? Lying on his side, he looked up, trying to analyze what had just happened. Amalthus... was still there, dominating him with his full height.
“Fascinating how we never thought to apply the technology so commonly used to bind Titans on Blades before. Well, I must admit it would be a waste to risk damaging the Core Crystals for that. But on a Flesh-Eater... It can work wonders, don’t you think?”
Malos closed his eyes. So that was it. He was to be his Driver’s tool. The Aegis was but a Blade. Powerful, yet still bound to a human.
I’m sorry, Jin. I couldn’t fulfill your goal after all. I guess I should have known I’d break that promise. All I know is how to destroy things.
He didn’t move when he heard Amalthus leave the room, abandoning him on the floor. There was no point in trying to find a more comfortable place to lay. He just had to wait until he was needed to unleash his power again. And what destruction he would bring to this world! Such was his Fate, wasn’t it? Then he would embrace it fully.
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