#getting through it

[capricorn-0mnikorn]

I have a minor disagreement with "Misery loves company"

That makes it sound like people in misery want other people to be miserable, too.

And that's not it.

Misery just hungers for understanding.

Perhaps it would be better to say: "Misery dreads loneliness."

#empathy #compassion #getting through it #proverbs

[watermeloncholycucumbersome]

Day 105 of Writing Something Everyday

(365 Day Challenge)

I keep smelling chemicals like chlorine,

I keep smelling the vinyl on a warm summers day and how the plastic would burn you if you weren't careful.

I remember the wet dogs - the smell of their fur, tongues hanging out the sides of their mouths huffing and puffing after running around and playing in the water all day.

I remember the smell of bathing suits and how the chlorine smell never washed out.

I remember the smell of coconut sunscreen and the way it never screened anything - it just smelt nice, smelt like summer I thought.

The smell of sand on a hot day, almost pungent but still bearable - comforting in a way strangely.

This all just started happening the other day.

Maybe it's because summer is coming up?

Maybe it's because it brings back nostalgia?

I don't know..

It's not necessarily bad memories, but it's not exactly memories needed right now when I'm alone.

I don't have faith or hope that my life will get any better or anything good will happen to me or for me.

When I'd lie on my back in that blow up pool in our backyard I felt like an adventure - the whole waiting and having any whimsy or anticipation whatsoever over my future.

I'm not sure if 13 year old me would like 31 year old me.

I never did anything on the time capsule list I said I wanted to do.

I thought I'd have my mom forever...

I'd have to tell little 13 year old me that her only and best friend would die and she'd have to traumatically watch this happen, not just on the day of her passing but for the rest of her life.

I don't have a boyfriend and never have, no family or friends, just alone and hoping someone arrives one day like a prince in a fairy tale to take me (the princess) away.

As a kid it's maybe tomorrow, then maybe next week, then maybe next month, then maybe next year until you're not even looking for love anymore and you haven't been keeping track.

Now when people show up I just feel like I'm being lied to and want them to just go and save the oxygen and brain cells they're going to use to fabricate what they tell me.

It's harder now as an adult, I can't see past my childhood and how I was then. Can't see that I'm not that girl anymore but sometimes I wish I could go back there to that time when I ate cereal and drank juice. Cartoons and colouring were life, lunches and suppers consisted of sandwiches and chips (possibly a slushee) and I was dying waiting to go back into the pool until I'd be called in later on that night.

To feel that water on my skin again, to hear those leaves on the trees rustle above my head, wondering if It was the wind, a squirrel or a cat moving the branch.

Boys climbing the fence to giggle at an 11 year old me in a bathing suit then running away when I noticed them.

There was a part of me as I drove under the water that giggled to myself as no one could hear but me.

Is it bad that I kind of miss that?

The innocence of thinking someone was cute, giggling and holding hands.

I wish I had experienced any of that completely and not half assed..

Being out in the pool when it started to rain that night, feeling bigger and better than I ever had.

Being out in the pool with you and wanting to kiss you so bad that night.

Staying up late with you to watch Titanic (both VHS tapes back to back) and NOT fall asleep. I can't remember who'd fallen asleep first?

Half happy because I didn't make it to the part where Jack dies - you would've seen me run away moments before that scene to cry alone because it made me so sad.

I remember being at that Christmas party, I was 6 and you were 7.

The adults had been calling us and they couldn't find us because we were under a blanket in the dark in a room (by ourselves)

You had been kissing my neck so much under that blanket my mom had to buy me turtle necks in every colour of the rainbow to cover up the shit load of hickey's you left on my neck..

I can't remember who found us but I remember the blanket being ripped off of us and lights in my eyes and lots of yelling.

I was the kindergarten trollup and I had no idea...Nor did anyone else. My mom made sure of that Lol

I don't believe that purgatory is a real place,

But I do believe we all have mini fun sized versions of it living in us.

Living in our brains..

We can't see it, touch it, taste it or hear it.

Yet somehow it's there?

It's so real that you can actually go there, but just in your mind's vehicle. Only we usually use it for negative places and get lost on memory lane.

I'm just in the passenger seat, just along for the drive but I hope we park soon.

Inside with my eyes closed I can smell the car, it's rented. The keychain around the rearview jangles lightly over the low music playing.

It smells like new air fresheners and I'm in my seat leaning back awkwardly like I'm in a nascar race - my back is hurting sitting like this for too long.

I'm not in control..

It's always night time when I'm here and I can never see the drivers face, just a light silhouette.

I've spoken about this before in the past too I think.

Everyone says they'll stay and not to worry, then they wonder why you have trust issues and are in the middle of a mental breakdown.

I know people are lying yet I allow them too having too much hope that maybe I'm wrong this time..

Then it happens again, proving me right again.

I even lowered my standards as I thought maybe I was just too choosey in picking friends, then people started coming to me and it was still all the same crap all over again.

No changes...

No surprises..

Nothing is new anymore and that's truly sad.

I have people around me now since my mom passed away and to me none of them are no more than acquaintances.

Nobody that I'd actually want to go for a coffee with.

Nobody I can just call up randomly because I want to, I have to be "squeezed" in or it has to be "arranged" leaving me feeling like I'm a burden.

It's just better to leave everyone alone...

I finally stood up for myself, I told the church lady that I didn't want her making plans for me and that church was in itself overwhelming for me that I'd add on things slowly down the road if I'd like to do I get used to everything slowly.

She got pissy and told me that "fine" she'd "not send me anything anymore" and I haven't heard anything from her in 3 days.

It was very childish and I can't deal with people who refuse to do anything other than what they choose to do.

I do not have to explain my grieving process to people who said "I know" a little too much in the beginning..

Shouldn't they know me then?

~Jenni

#who i am #thoughts #feelings #spilled heart #spilled words #spilled thoughts #mental health #thinking #learning as i go #God help me #written word #original writing #creative writing #writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writers and poets #female writers #love #poetry #writers and writing #spilled ink #spilled writing #spiritual attacks #bpd #borderline personality disorder #mental illness #mental distress #getting through it #i need a hug

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

Getting Through It

Summary: Written for AI-less Whumptober 2023 Day 10. Set during RttE, after the Shell-shocked two-parter. Freshly burned, Viggo runs from the volcano straight to Hiccup’s doorstep.

Warning: /

Rating: Mature

Characters: Hiccup, Viggo

Pairing: /

Words: 1 452

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Prompt: Branding Scarring

Whumpee: Viggo

Author’s Notes: Saw these prompts and almost immediately thought of Viggo. He is actually a lot of fun to whump.

Enjoy!

@ailesswhumptober

XOXOX

Somehow, Viggo climbed his way out of the Edge volcano.

He doesn’t know how, everything is a blur. No coherent thought seems to pass through his mind as pain has taken everything from him. He’s completely blind, his hands are his eyes now while his feet trip over the smallest obstacles. All he can do is hope that he can find his way down to the beach and that some of his men are still around to help him.

Once again, he trips over something. He can’t even tell what it is, it might be his own feet he’s tripping over. He hits wooden planks, but the thought doesn’t panic him. Somewhere inside, he realizes that he found the base of the Dragon Riders instead of the beach.

Only one thought comes to mind; Hiccup.

“Hi-Hi…Hiccup,” his voice is wheezy, he stutters. The volcano burned his face, took his sight, and also stole his voice. His throat is raw, his insides feel like they’re on fire. Every new breath is a fresh kind of suffering.

He collapses completely, writhing in agony and clueless on what to do. The memory of the last time he cried escapes him, but he’s sobbing now, worsening his condition.

His world is pain now, he begs for mercy and release.

When a door opens and light filters out, he doesn’t notice. His shallow breaths and whispered pleas for help must’ve drawn someone’s attention.

“Viggo? Oh my.. Oh Gods!” Viggo barely realizes he’s no longer alone, a familiar voice doesn’t registers.

Hiccup kneels by him and rolls his nemesis onto his back. For the past few hours, he thought Viggo was dead. Now here he is after wandering to his doorstep, collapsed and struggling to breathe. Fortunately for him, Toothless heard his raspy pleads for help.

The Night Fury is there, his eyes go from his Rider to their enemy. He doesn’t say anything, but Hiccup can see that he’s just as disturbed as he is.

One look at Viggo’s face takes his breath away. One half is so badly burned, but there’s no dead, blackened skin. Instead, it is all red, wet, blistering, and some of it is even bleeding, encrusting his one good eye. He doesn’t need to be a healer to know that the one on his burned half is of no use anymore.

Hiccup pulls him onto his lap, the first step into dragging him to his hut. He’s heavy and limp in his arms.

“Hiccup,” the man wheezes, limp in his hold. “Plea… Please.”

“I’m here,” he tells him. “You’re going to be okay, Viggo.”

A part of him doesn’t want to. Not after everything this man has done. He drove him to the point of obsession, he threatened Astrid’s life, hurt countless people and dragons alike and all in the name of profit.

But that is a very small part of him and the majority of him tells him to take care of this man without a second thought. The others will be angry, but they also know him well enough to know that he would never say “no” to anyone in need. Not even when that someone is Viggo.

“Help me, Bud?” Hiccup asks and Toothless humors him. He lets Hiccup pull Viggo up on his back. He expected a reaction of some kind. A yelp, a cry, anything, but there’s nothing and a frown of sympathy decorates his face.

“In too much pain to say anything, huh? Been there,” he sighs and then he and his dragon return to their hut.

-XOXOX-

Just as he thought, the other Riders were angry with him, especially Fishlegs. Who he pulled out of bed for an emergency and then saw that the emergency was one of the worst enemies they’d ever faced. But he decided to help. Not just because Hiccup is one of his best friends, but also because he’s a healer and helping people is what he does.

But also as expected, the other Riders decided to accept his decision. The twins were easier about it, but Snotlout remained angry for days and Astrid was quite cool and distant around him.

Hiccup probably should have a talk with her, but right now, he spends most of his days with their patient.

Viggo still occupies his bed, so he curls up to Toothless at night. Right now, however, he’s just sitting in a chair by his bedside, a sketchbook open on his lap and a pencil in hand, feet on the edge of the bed near the foot end. His current work in progress? The vulnerable Viggo he sees before him day after day.

Viggo stirs slightly, a sign that he’s waking up. Healing herbs keep him knocked out for most of the time, a mercy.

Hiccup gives him a glance, but says nothing, deciding to let him wake up on his own time.

“Don’t you have work to do?” When he begins to criticize his work ethic in wheezy gasps, Hiccup knows he’s awake enough.

“Shouldn’t you be staying quiet like Fishlegs advised?” Hiccup retorts, though there’s half a smirk there.

Viggo coughs and freezes, not even daring to breathe. His airways, his throat, and the inside of his mouth are still very sensitive, it doesn’t take much to hurt.

“How’re you feeling?” Hiccup closes his sketchbook for a moment. The other gives him a look through his one working eye. He feared he was blind in both eyes, but it wasn’t so. He was lucky.

“I know you feel awful, I was asking for any changes,” he clarifies. He could practically feel the judgment in their patient’s gaze.

“Every day feels worse than the last.”

“I figured, but Fishlegs should be coming around soon enough with more pain killers and dinner. Those should do you some good,” he says. “I know that the easiest way to get through this is to just… be as much out of it for as long as the healer says.”

“Do you have experience?” Viggo asks, they’ve been kind of, sort of friendly with each other with him stuck in bed and completely dependent on the 19-year-old and his friends.

Hiccup lifts his left leg. Somehow, his elder forgot he was missing it.

“What is the story… behind your leg?”

“You somehow knew my full name before we first met, yet you don’t know how I lost my leg?” Hiccup asks credulously. It’s arguably the biggest story to come out of Berk.

“I’ve heard rumors.”

“And I’ve heard Fishlegs tell you not to talk,” he reminds him. The heat of the Edge Volcano burned the inside of his mouth, his throat, and presumably his lungs as well. Fortunately, theyappear to be minor burns. Otherwise, Viggo wouldn’t be talking as much as he is.

A moment of silence.

“I lost my leg fighting a dragon.”

“The Red Death? So the rumors are true,” Viggo says and Hiccup nods. He would’ve been more surprised if the stories hadn’t reached him.

“You know, I don’t actually remember losing my leg? One moment, Toothless and I were fighting and the next I woke up with a leg less. I accepted it kinda quickly, I was honestly just happy that everyone made it for once. It was the recovering itself that I had the most trouble with. Stuck in bed, not being able to fly… the pain.”

“So you do have experience,” comes Viggo quietly. Recovery can be such a wildly different experience for different people.

“Which is why I’m telling you that Fishlegs should be arriving soon,” Hiccup tells him and it doesn’t take Viggo long to figure out what he’s being told. The only way his young adversary got through the loss of his leg is because he had things to kill his pain with and even straight up knock him out with when he needed to be. They were small reprieves, but they would make a world of difference.

Leave it to Hiccup to know the right thing to say. A simple “everything is going to be okay” wouldn’t have cut it, even if genuine. What he needed was the reassurance that there would be an end to his pain.

Viggo would’ve smiled if he were able. Unfortunately, suffering has taken it away from him.

Hiccup puts his feet down and leans forward, squeezing the injured man’s shoulder in support. If it hadn’t been for him, Viggo isn’t sure how he would’ve ever made it this far in this recovery.

He closes his eyes. He’s tired, but all he can focus on right now is the excruciating burning in his face. Oh yes, without Hiccup, he isn’t sure how he’s going to make it through this.

#ailesswhumptober2023 #ailesswhumptober #day 10 #branding #scarring #httyd fics #httyd movies #rtte #race to the edge #viggo grimborn #viggo whump #hiccup haddock #my fanfics #getting through it

[oddestishottest]

#exhausted #doctors appointment #smoking #cigarettes #music #getting through it #chronic pain #showing up #cute #me #long hair #nose piercing #selfie

[feisty-n-spicy]

Keeping it Real 🧂 💚

#quotes #all day every day #be you #with sugar #salt and lime #getting through it #days go by #coffee #tequila #me #my face says it all #all day everyday #keeping it real #be your true self

[howifeltabouthim]

When a moment is upon you, the best you can do for it is to imagine it in the past. Like how a whole weekend with friends will come and go and mostly you'll be glad when everyone is gone home and later you'll see a picture of yourselves on a lobster boat in red and blue sweatshirts smiling and blinking against the September suntan-less sun and you'll think, I must have been happier that day than I thought I was.

Lisa Taddeo, from Ghost Lover

#nostalgia #dissociation #underwhelming #sad #personal #getting through it #sleepwalking through life #the past #memories #nostalgia is a liar #quotes #lit #words #excerpts #quote #literature #lisa taddeo #ghost lover

[cinnamonnala]

Small Surgery Update

So, I’ll share what happened in more depth later cause, unfortunately I have a story BUT, I’m getting through it currently. It’s been a lot of pain and a lot of weird sleeping patterns and such but, I’m getting through it. I’m finally eating warm foods again and I don't feel as miserable as I did before so, yay 💜

#surgery #update #getting through it #nala rambles

[starchilddante]

GETTING THROUGH COLLEGE (AND HIGH SCHOOL) WITH MENTAL ILLNESS

I'm probably going to make a few of these posts, especially as I navigate through college for the first time. A lot of resources I used also applied to high school and really helped me out even when I wasn't receiving treatment like I should have been. If this can help anyone else survive school, it's worth putting up here.

My Study Life- https://mystudylife.com/

Literally so good at organizing and keeping track of assignments and classes. I used to have really intense paranoia episodes about forgetting an assignment, but this helped me a lot. If you have ADHD, anxiety, depression, or are just forgetful it can even be set on your phone to give you reminders.

CrashCourse- https://www.youtube.com/@crashcourse

If you're too exhausted to read or you missed some days at school, this is great for quick information that is made relatively simple. I used this a lot when reading seemed too hard.

SparkNotes-https://www.sparknotes.com/

Another website if reading is too hard or even if you read the text and are having trouble understanding because, you know, brain fog.

This is a totally spontaneous post so I'll edit it to add more when I think of them. Stay safe out there, everyone. It gets better. I promise.

#mental health #mental health and school #college help #college resources #depression #anxiety #cpstd #recovery #trauma recovery #getting through it #mental health support #mental health stuff #crash course

[abirdiejourney]

where i once found love in your presence,

i now only feel peace in your absence.

#writing #writers and poets #writeblr #original poem #it will be okay #getting through it #getting over it #self healing #healing #breakup #i miss you #i miss her

[quietblissxx]

#lmao i feel shitty here's a thirst trap #me #personal #getting through it

[kickdrumheart68]

#getting through it #christmas #holidays #found on pinterest #grief #grieving

[winlessfights]

I have fifty hundred pages thought to write about

it gets better everyday, you are not

before the fire, before the storm there were something nice

and sometimes it’s better to leave it all behind

it’s better to not get even one single thing from the burned ground

melodies, lighters, winless fights,

you want me to remember everything, right?

you want me to turn back to you after every two months

it took me almost six months and thousands of lows

I don’t remember who you are now

#breakup #female poets #love poem #my poem #poem #poems and quotes #poetic #poetry #poets on tumblr #poetsandwriters #getting through it #healing #heartbreak #self healing #lovers #self love #love #love quotes #no contact

[burningchandelier]

A few things to remember:

Don't put all your eggs in one basket. Even if the things that bring you joy are incredibly limited (understandable) be sure that you have some diversity in how you enjoy them. If your only happiness comes from one source, that source can be controlled or cut off.

Sometimes you are wrong. First impressions are not always correct. Information can be misleading. You might not know what you are getting yourself into until you are deep in it. That's okay. Give yourself some space to reevaluate your surroundings and forgive yourself for mistakes. Learn and move on.

When people decide that you suck, sometimes that's because they suck. See here's the thing: People in positions of power do not like to be threatened. Sometimes, your existence will be threatening because you are competent, kind, insightful, funny, or anything else that happens to be valued in a given group. When that happens, (and it probably will at some point, unless you are an exceptionally compliant follower) people will say bad things about you behind your back. Those things are not about you. Pack up your shit and find people who say nice things about you behind your back instead.

Don't ever buy into the sunken cost fallacy. You can always always always say no. You can always bail. Other people's feelings are not as important as your safety.

No one can read your mind. Good news: There are no thought police. You can think and believe whatever you want! Get in there. Get critical about your thoughts, consider why you believe what you believe. Think about thinking. Bad news: Nobody can possibly know what you want unless you speak up and say what you mean.

In order to be a fully developed human, you have to leave your comfort zone. Sorry, them's the breaks. You have to get further than 2.5 miles away from your house sometimes. You have to read books and news articles that make you viscerally recoil in disgust and horror. You have to listen to music that you genuinely dislike. You have to eat food from different cultures. You have to engage in the full range of human emotion, like it or not.

Depression doesn't like any of these things. Mean friends don't like it when you do these things. Shitty parents don't like it when you do these things. Cruel and abusive partners do not like it when you do these things. Cult leaders don't like it when you do these things. Bosses don't like it when you do these things. The government doesn't like it when you do these things. Corporations don't like it when you do these things. Do them anyway, because they are good for you.

#life advice #advice for friends #getting through it #making it out #advice #staying alive #depression

[pumpkinthevixen]

Since 1996, I’m still here… 💪🏻

#survival #getting through it #shameless #netflix #netflix shows #fiona gallagher #strong #strong women #grateful #humble

[geminiceee]

Mood 😂😂🫶🏽

#gemini #libra moon #scorpio rising #geminiproblems #self love #geminishit #love yourself #inner strength #quoteoftheday #black beauty #money #life goals #future #on the way #getting bigger #getting through it

[chrisrin]

I've got to know before I continue with TMA. How bad would the episodes with bugs inside of human beings be for someone with Entomophobia and Hypochondria? I've listened to the first few episodes and have really enjoyed them and the story telling but the content warnings of episode 6 and about 24 others throughout the series have me wary.

Depends on how much you want spoilers, but "bugs inside human beings" is a trope that is used VERY heavily during certain episodes and specifically revolving a character involved in S1 and S1's finale episodes.

If you look on the transcripts, you can find content warnings before each ep. I'd recommend peaking at those. The episodes I'd keep an eye out for relating to anything "bugs" would be: 6, 22, 32, 36, 39, 45, 55, 68, 84, 93, 102, 153, 157, 164, and 184.

You might want to just read the transcripts for them. For some it's a bit impossible to skip entirely due to the importance within the story. Worse comes to worse, you can also read the wiki summaries for those episodes (but you just have to be cautious about not coming across spoilers).

There are also a few episodes that have elements that might be rough for someone with Hypochondria, but a lot less so imo. The only episode I can think off the top of my head would MAYBE be 155? But I could be missing more.

I have a HUGE fear of bugs so I remember all the bug episodes. I was able to get through them, but everyone's fears and levels of what they can handle are different.

Hope this helps! I'd still really encourage you to push through, though S1 will be rough for you. After S1's finale there's less bug-based content overall.

#chris talks #yeah having a fear of bugs #is kinda tough #for the first season #since it's a pretty frequent fear they tackle #but i wish u good luck OP #it was worth it for me #getting through it #but there's no shame if it's too much #the magnus pod #the magnus archives