You’ve got to forgive yourself for being traumatized and needing to learn how to function again.
Recovery isn’t always nightmares and depression, it’s forgetting to eat, being scared of what others might see as completely normal things, it’s getting random panic attacks, not knowing how to take care of yourself, not knowing how to live like an adult, even if you’re twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, of feeling like you’re failing to function in a world where everyone seems to have their shit together.
If you need help, ask for it. Go to forums and ask for advice. Take advantage of community resources. Buy pre-sliced veggies and fruits, eat instant meals if you can’t cook for yourself today. Hire someone. Ask a neighbor for a favor. Buy any item you think might make life easier, even if you feel like you aren’t ‘disabled’ enough to have it.
Some of the depression posts (ie open your windows, take a shower, go outside, call a friend) are really helpful but they’re not always enough. I’ve found advice for spoonies, people with chronic pain or other disabilities have the best tips because they know what it’s like to be bedridden, out of energy, stuck in a brain fog.
You may never return back to the energy you had when you were younger and you might always need to use crutches to help you through life. It’s the same with medication.
Trauma is a real thing that happens to you, it physically alters your brain and it’s alright to have lasting scars.
You’re not broken, your life is not over and you can still be happy.
LONDON, ENGLAND: Bradley James & Rupert Young attend the "David Holmes: The Boy Who Lived" UK Premiere at 8 Northumberland Avenue on November 16, 2023 in London, England. (Footage by Mark Case/Getty Images)
I think he’d love nothing more than to make you his by putting his seed in you and watching your body change in the most beautiful way possible—grinning the whole time, of course.
But why would he be so smug? Because it was him who did that to you and only he was allowed to~~ ♡
this modern love is such a genius song to put in saltburn; i'm obsessed with the whole soundtrack but i can't stop thinking about specifically the line 'and you told me you wanted to eat up my sadness, well jump right on surely and gorge away' because it encapsulates the scenes where oliver is spilling his sob stories and felix is absolutely eating them up and oliver is more than happy to keep going along with it as long as it keeps him entertained and ensures felix doesn't lose interest in him.
bonus points for 'just keep telling me facts and keep making me smile' because while it's not what the song originally meant, when you read that from felix's pov it just makes so much sense. the people around him are his puppets who bend over backwards to keep the golden boy happy and he doesn't even realize oliver is doing it too.
and honourable mention for 'do you wanna come over and kill some time' because again definitely not the intention of the song lyrically but reading it as 'do you wanna come over and kill, sometime?' is soooo. ugh. i love it
me, adding weird, obsessive little smut scenes/dynamics to my fic that bump right up against being taboo, despite knowing it may make some of the readers uncomfortable, but committing to them anyways because it feels authentic to the weird, obsessive little characters/dynamics/tone I've established: It's What Emerald Fennell Would Have Wanted