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the-story-of-a-teen · 3 years

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#mystory

I got inspired by a youtube video, which was a talk by a father that lost his son to suicide. This is what I wish I could tell my parents, when I was a teenager. (I’m 24 now)

If you are suicidal please call the suicide hotline for your country or talk to a mental health professional. TW: This posts discusses suicide, eating disorders, suicidal idealization, religious trauma, verbal abuse, emotional abuse, sexual assault, slut shaming.

01/01/2010

That was the day I was the closest to killing myself, I wanted to poison myself, cut myself, or access the guns, of which I knew were the keys were and I knew where the ammunition was. The thing that stopped myself was my friend Edward, who you claimed was a devil worshipper, a bad influence, and a ‘hussy’. Edward was the only person who seemed to understand me, who took time to be my friend, and would rant with me about the things we went through.

I don’t know how many times I tried talking to you over the years, those times when I went “Hey mom, hey dad, can we talk soon?” “Hey mom, hey dad, can I talk to you but you have to promise not to get mad.” “Hey somethings going on.” but every time I did that, you would get angry, get upset, or invalidate my feelings completely. You didn’t even seem to care that I was struggling, even though I made it as obvious as I could as a 13 year old could. Instead of making time to talk to me, you tried to get me to talk on your time/terms, when I wasn’t ready to talk to you about it. This wasn’t the first time you had done this either. I remember as a child I would try and tell you things and you would shush me, we even had a little nonverbal cue to when I wanted to talk to you, I would hold your wrist when I wanted to tell you something, but you would ignore that as well, no matter how long I waited.

This is why I felt like I could never talk to you about things, you would brush me off as unimportant, you would tell me that without ever saying the words. You didn’t care if I wanted to tell you about something I found interesting, or wanted to ask you if I could go play with my friends.

This leads me into the next reason, you would never let me out of your sight, let me have anything private, or simply do things by myself. Even if I wanted to go play with my friends on the playground less right outside the building you were in, I needed to ask your permission, tell you exactly who I was playing with, and make sure my friends also had permission (when they didn’t need permission). As I grew older this type of overprotection grew more and more. I had to ask you to play in the drive way or back yard, to have my friend’s parents talk to you when we wanted to have a sleep over, to have food from the fridge, to watch tv, to play pinball on the computer, to read, to do anything I wished to do. You then wondered why I had separation issues, you NEVER let me be alone. When I was 10 or 11 I started keeping a journal. It had a lock on it, and I put the keys in a safe place that I thought was secret. One day the keys disappeared. I had put them back, but still searched through my room and the rest of the house, except your room, because you wanted your privacy. The day after that my journal was different from how I originally put it. I thought it was weird, and hid it somewhere else, but you found that spot too. You then brought up very private things I had put into my journal as a vent, things I had certainly never told you, and things I swore I had never told anyone else unless they swore on their mother’s grave and promised not to tell.

You took away my door when I would accidentally slam it when I got emotional, and because you ‘couldn’t trust me to be alone’. You wouldn’t let me hang a curtain or anything so I could change and not have people walk in on me.

When I got old enough to have a cellphone, I caught you sneaking into my room and taking my cellphone, or sitting in my desk chair and going through the messages. You would then interrogate me on my text messages, and would openly take my phone and go through my messages, despite me pleading you not to. This lead to me intentionally setting alarms that would go off through the night, and could only be stopped with a passcode which only I knew.

You would interrogate me any time I wanted to go on the computer to do anything, you forced me to lie to have any sort of freedom to talk to people, look at memes, listen to music, or play games on the computer. You even put parental controls on my computer that would monitor everything and take screen shots, I was allowed exactly 45 minutes a day, which you wouldn’t compromise on, even when I was talking to my friends that lived hours away from us. Then you would get mad when I would trick you into allowing me access so I could change those settings, what else could I do? There was no compromise. Additionally you made me give you every password to every account I ever had, and would get mad when I would change the passwords because you would go through private messages and post on my accounts. Even when I was almost 18, and handed over my computer to show you the receipts, you couldn’t help but go through the whole conversation, even though I told you not to and you promised not to.

On the xbox you would hack into my account (Which I had a passcode on), and would read through the messages, you would have to approve every game and made sure it stood up to your religious and moral standards, or hear me plea to be able to have a game I was interested in. Even when you had approved the game, you had to watch me play it, I wasn’t allowed to enjoy the game on my own.

You thought you were entitled to walk into my room at any time. You wouldn’t listen when I would tell you ‘one moment, I’m changing.’ Instead you would waltz right in, even when I was naked. You would barge into my bathroom, even when I told you to wait. Then you would get mad when I was upset over this. Maybe I didn’t want my parents to see me naked, even though ‘you saw me naked as a baby and child’.

How was I supposed to talk to you openly when you would violate my privacy? When I could have nothing to myself, be able to vent and get my feelings out in a healthy way, to talk about things I didn’t feel I needed to or could tell you, to talk about things I know you all opposed and would interrogate me on, to just talk about day to day things?

When I started dating I was hypersexual. I admit that. When puberty hit I became very sexual and physically affectionate without knowing it, but you started to analyze and criticize me for every action I made. I was touch starved, and craving genuine affection. I wanted to feel loved, to feel wanted, to feel appreciated, and to feel alive. I felt dead inside. I barely got any affection, even from my parents, from other family members, and those I was childhood friends with and was no longer close to. I went to seek that affection with other people, I called my friends parents ‘mom and dad’ because of this and how you all were. You emotionally neglected me. Sure I had physical things, but that wasn’t what I wanted or needed. I need your love, your time, and your acceptance. The only way I got that was through teenage boys that would give me their love, time, acceptance, and physical affection. I even went out seeking any of those things online, which lead me to an early discovery of porn (I was 11), of online chat rooms where I could do smut rps and flirt (I was 13), and teenage dating sites ((common in the 2000′s)(I was 14)). Instead of figuring out what the root of this was, and trying to listen, actually listen, you went about accusing me of different things related to what I had found, even when I wasn’t. You were telling me that you were expecting me to do those things, and that I had to lie to you all to have any sort of freedom. You though dating was only to get married, you had the ‘date to mate’ mentality.

I started dressing in popular clothes of that time, and finding ways of expressing myself and my feelings. Gone were the days of pink dresses and frills. I liked black, blue, and purple, rather than pink and purple. I wanted to wear tighter fitting shirts that were comfortable, easy to move around in, and had fun graphics and words on the chest area. I wanted to wear cute skirts and shorts, as well as skinny jeans, and leggings. You were unhappy with all of it. I was 13 and a C cup, it wasn’t my fault that I couldn’t find anything cute that would comfortably fit. I liked wearing shorter shorts, skirts, skinny jeans, and leggings because they were comfy, easy to move around in, and made me feel free and happy. I can’t tell you how many times you criticized my hair, make up, and clothes. You would constantly tell me that I looked like a hussy, like a prostitute, like an attention seeker, like a devil worshipper, like I was ‘asking to be raped’. You said the same things about other people behind their backs, and you didn’t like it when I used your religion against you. You would ask me if I would wear that around ‘God’, or ‘Jesus, and I would say yes. You would tell me that I would be distracting to guys, or that they would look at me a certain way. I simply said that they shouldn’t look if they can’t control themselves, and that the bible said that any man who looked at a woman with lust in his eyes should gouge them out. You hated when I was right, and would deny that you were wrong.

How was I not supposed to be hypersexual, even when I had been sexualized and been deprived of any affection since I was a child?

At the age of 6 you had me start working out because I had “baby fat” and was overweight at my age. You started only having and making healthy things to eat, then would get mad when I liked the taste of some of them, and would eat more than my ‘portion size’. You limited my food intake, and made me work out so I could ‘loose weight’. At 9 this all got worse, as I was beginning to go into puberty, was getting breasts, and had more baby fat moving to my hips. You started humiliating me for getting seconds at dinner, for eating three meals a day, and for continuing to go through puberty. You would also get mad at me for having things like white bread (I hate the texture of wheat and wholegrain), white rice (I don’t like the texture of brown rice), or any sort of junk food. It was no surprise that I started to starve myself so I would fit your standards.

Why wouldn’t I have an eating disorder when that was all I heard all day every day?

These are the main things that lent to my depression, made it worse, and made me want to kill myself from an early age. These are the main behaviors that made me despise my parents and cut them out of my life. These are what you should avoid. If you want to have your kids in your life, don’t do these.

#mystory #ventpost #mental illness #mental health #toxic parents #bad parenting #my child is completely fine #the signs are there #what not to do when parenting #religious trauma #tw ed talk #depression

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hystericalweenie · 4 years

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Just Another Day at the Office Series - The Sexperiment

George MacKay x Reader Series

Part One: Ratatouille

Masterlist

Summary: Y/f/n Y/l/n is doing better than ever; she’s finally in a relationship with the man she’s been constantly thinking about, she has some great friends, and she’s thriving at her dream job. Except, there’s one problem: being in a relationship with one of your coworkers can get really steamy, and can cause a lot of sexual frustration. Her new pitch idea may solve exactly that problem, but will George be okay with it?

a/n: I have absolutely no personal experience in magazine/journalism career, so the information in this fic will be provided with the knowledge I have conducted from research. With that being said, please don’t be mad if this is not accurate!!! **“The Sexperiment” is inspired by an actual Cosmopolitan article (here’s the link!)

Warnings: This is a slow burn fic, their relationship won’t happen in one night, so if you’re not into that, check out some of the beautifully written imagines that you can most likely find under the george mackayxreader tag. I might eventually write some of my own too :P At least one person’s saying “fuck” and there’s NSFW content..aka smut. You have been warned.

I was officially in a relationship with George, and man, was it fucking amazing. I’d told Bree as soon as I got home–along with telling her that we’d finally done it–and she insisted that we share a bottle of champagne to celebrate. We ended up getting drunk off of the cheap bubbly alcohol and fell asleep, waking up hungover on a Sunday morning sprawled out on our living room sofa whilst our television asked us if we were still watching Queer Eye.

The entire week was followed by George coming up to my desk and taking Dean and I out for lunch. I was grateful that out of everyone in the office, my favorite brunette editor happened to be his previous choice of friendship. Our afternoons were filled with club sandwiches and laughs, which made me look forward to going to work every morning. And our weekends began consisting of going on dates, which almost always ended up with us spending the night at one another’s flats. We’d spent moments of laughter, where I felt like I’d been getting to know him much more as I studied his musical laugh and memorized the happy crinkles by his eyes.

However, we hadn’t had sex since the night he’d asked me to be his, the night we’d had sex together for the first time. I wasn’t particularly bothered by this, but it made me wonder if it was something he’d been avoiding.

I sat on my sofa on a Sunday night after spending the day with George, my legs sprawled on the cushions as my back rested against armrest, laptop in my lap. I’d been procrastinating brainstorming ideas for my pitch, guiltily looking at lingerie while my subconscious pondered why George still hadn’t instigated having sex. The beautifully stitched thin, lace fabric sparked an idea in my head and I found myself clicking back onto my document, typing away immediately.

“Y/n? You got anything for me?” Connie’s eyes glared into mine, intimidating emerald orbs making me want to shrink into the corner of the room and shield myself from her.

You got this, I thought to myself. Gulping with a confident nod, I began talking.

“I’ve been seeing women online complain about their sex lives declining in their relationships, especially after building families,” I started, using my hands to help gesture my way through my pitch. “Women are finding it difficult for themselves and their spouses to become aroused, especially when couples become so comfortable with each other. I, uhm,” I stuttered, “have been experiencing a sort of dry spell, if you will, in my own relationship, so I was thinking of conducting an experiment, where I test how I–and other women–can bring the arousal back in their relationships.”

I couldn’t ignore Dean’s eyes on me, and I cursed myself that he had to be part of this meeting.

“I was thinking my experiment could be whether lingerie could possibly effect women’s sex lives, and if it does, then lingerie could be a cure to suffering sex lives,” I finally finished, nervously bringing my lip between my teeth as I awaited my boss’ feedback.

She nodded slowly, her eyebrows raised.

“I’m surprised, to say the least, Y/n,” she began, making a lump in my throat appear. “But, I like it. A lot of women can relate to that, in fact, a lot of the women in this room can probably relate to it.”

She looked around at all of the women in the room, all returning scared-shitless expressions.

“I’ll be looking forward to reading it,” she concluded. There was a glint of satisfaction in her eyes, yet her face remained its serious composure.

I released a breath I hadn't realized I’d been holding, and as soon as the meeting ended, Dean rushed to my side.

“So, Georgie ain’t givin’ it to ya?” he chided with a smirk of amusement.

I rolled my eyes, my cheeks reddening more than I’d liked them to.

“I’ll fucking kill you if you tell him about this,” I warned him as we made our way to our desks.

“You know he’s going to read it after you post it though, right?” he interrogated, taking a seat in his chair as he looked at me from the side of his computer.

Fuck. I hadn’t thought about that.

“I’ll deal with that when the time comes,” I assured him, chewing on my lip nervously as I pondered George’s reaction. “Just don’t tell him, at least until it’s done and published. Please,” I pleaded.

He rolled his eyes, a slight amusing smile playing on his lips.

“Fine,” he gave in. “But, you realize this makes me a bad friend, right?”

“This makes you a good friend to me,” I winked at him. “Besides, this is for work.”

“Mhm,” he hummed sarcastically, slapping his headphones onto his head and bringing his attention onto the screen in front of him.

I made a trip to Victoria’s Secret after work, buying a simple–yet overpriced–black satin and lacy babydoll. I didn’t want to go all out just yet, and I figured it’d be simple, yet sexy enough to get my point across. I sent a text to George as I arrived to my apartment, slipping the thin fabric onto my body.

8:09 pm, Me: Hey, are you home?

8:11 pm, George: Yep, just got back from the rehabilitation center. What’s up?

I chewed my lip, wondering what I should say.

8:12 pm, Me: Is now a good time? I need something.

8:13 pm, George: Yeah, are you okay?

8:14 pm, Me: Yes G I’m fine. Do you think I can come over?

8:14 pm, Me: I have a surprise for you

8:15 pm, George: A good surprise?

I smirked.

8:16 pm, Me: A very good surprise.

8:17 pm, George: I give in. Come over.

Just wearing the lingerie, I wrapped a big coat around my body, reaching longer than the thin fabric. I practically looked naked underneath the coat, but I buttoned it up regardless and grabbed my purse and keys. The cold air igniting my skin, leaving me covered in goosebumps as I headed to my car, I began slightly regretting my plan, blasting the heat as soon as the vehicle roared to life. I made my way to his flat eagerly, driving faster than normal in attempt to arrive as quickly as I could. Once I parked, I didn’t bother waiting for him to meet me outside; I scurried into his complex, thankfully remembering the number on his door as I anxiously knocked.

Butterflies took over my stomach as I suddenly felt sick, awaiting the unknown from the other side of the wood. The door slowly opened, revealing a confused George. His waves were in perfect condition, a muted purple button up clinging to his torso, the sleeves rolled up. The scent of pasta sauce and cooked vegetables greeted me, almost making me forget what I’d gone there for.

“I made a ratatouille,” he informed me, gesturing to the kitchen.

I slowly unbuttoned my coat, revealing the satin and lace against my skin. His eyes immediately trailed down my body, his lips parting to form an ‘o’. Time turned into slow motion as he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me inside, shutting the door behind me. My back rested back against the door, his hand next to my head from shutting it so quickly. He took my coat and tossed it across the room, attacking my lips at once. His lips were rough against mine, as if he’d had built-up tension that had finally gotten the chance to release.

I moved my leg to rest against his side, grabbing his collar and pulling him closer to me, his tent in his pants making contact with my core. My lips parted at the closeness of his bulge to my heat, giving his tongue access to explore my mouth. His other hand went to my leg, gently dragging his fingertips against my exposed thigh, trailing where I needed him most. His fingers reached the scrunched up fabric of the babydoll, removing his lips from mine to look down.

“No panties?” he taunted, bringing his eyes back up to see my reaction.

I looked at him innocently, shaking my head to answer his question, my lips parted in awe as I watched him.

“Tsk,” he clicked his tongue, shaking his head as he looked back down at my exposed heat, shifting my leg to reveal more of myself to him.

He slowly lowered himself, getting down on his knees in front of me. His hands went to my thighs, separating them and spreading them as far as they could go whilst I stood, before trailing up and pushing the fabric up to my stomach. My heat was entirely exposed, as he trailed soft kisses up my thighs, pressing a kiss to my mound and returning his eyes up to meet mine.

“My dirty girl,” he muttered, shaking his head once again, a smirk of amusement playing on his lips.

He looked back down at my heat, licking his lips, before flattening his tongue against me. I sighed, head hitting the door whilst my hips bucked. He grabbed my hands, moving them to hold the fabric of the satin lingerie for him, moving his hands to hold my hips down instead. His tongue began slow figure eights through my folds, making me squirm against his grip on my hips. With one hand keeping the fabric out of his way, my other hand went to grip his locks. He responded to my tugging fingers with a low moan, sending vibrations through me, causing my legs to shake.

However, I didn’t want to cum without him. I wanted my first orgasm of tonight to be with him inside of me. My hand went lower to grab him by his collar, bringing him to meet my lips. I could taste myself on him, and I knew he secretly liked the thought of that, that I was tasting my own juices on his tongue. He moved my legs to his hips, gesturing for me to wrap my legs around him. I obliged, jumping up and attaching my lips quickly back to his as he carried me. I parted my lips, half-lidded lustful eyes meeting his own.

“Why don’t we fuck on the couch?” I asked, my eyes moving to look at his living room sofa.

He turned his head to look at it as well, a low raspy chuckle exiting his throat.

“I like the way you think, love.”

Our lips found each other’s again, as he changed his direction towards the sofa. He gently laid me down on the cushions, quickly unbuttoning his shirt whilst I sat up, my hands moving to his belt. His toned torso met my eyes once he peeled it off, his hands helping my own undo his pants. His feet assisted in kicking his jeans off, leaving him in his boxers, the large tent on his crotch taunting me. I reached to the bottom of the babydoll, peeling it off of me, tossing it across the room whilst I sat completely exposed.

He looked down at underwear, his hands going to his hips confidently, glancing back at me. “You want to the honors, angel?”

I nodded, my fingers looping around the band of his underwear teasingly before pulling it down, his erection instantly slapping against his stomach. He kicked the fabric off, slowly spreading my legs.

“You ready angel?” he asked once more, his eyes meeting mine, searching for permission.

I nodded, gulping as I looked down at the angry head of his dick, already leaking with precum. He brought one hand to caress my cheek, thumb stroking my cheekbone whilst his other hand aligned himself at my entrance. Swirling his tip up and down my folds, coating himself in my juices, he began slowly pushing into me. He moved his hand to support himself against the couch, the other still caressing my face. Sliding the remainder of his length into me, he moved closer down to me, resting his forehead against my own before he slowly pulled himself almost entirely out of me, gently sliding back in again. My hands went to his bare back, nails running down his shoulder blades.

He kept a slow, steady rhythm, our hips gently meeting each other’s, the only sounds being our unsteady breaths, his length slowly pummeling through my juices, and the quiet chorus of curses he muttered when reentering me. The pleasure began building, and every thrust began contributing to the building of knots in my stomach. My hips began bucking against him, encouraging him to pick up his pace. His thrusts became increasingly faster, and he moved both of his hands to rest against the back of the couch to support himself. He moved his forehead away from my own, moving away from me as his hips moved more quickly against my own. My eyes met his, his half-lidded blissful eyes staring back at me, a few stray locks stuck to his forehead, his locks now disheveled.

I bit my lip before grabbing one of his wrists, bringing it to my throat. His jaw went slack at this action, gently grasping at my throat and driving into me harder.

“My dirty girl likes to be choked, huh?” he taunted, his accent making the words sound even sexier, his skin slapping against my own while he fucked me faster and faster.

He moved one of my legs over his shoulder, before drilling into me deeper than he’d ever been. I couldn’t help the loud moan I released, my eyes scrunching closed at the feeling of his cock hitting the spot that made my legs twitch.

“Cum for me, angel,” he praised.

“George!” I screamed, my legs shaking as I clenched around him, ecstasy taking over my body while he thrusted against me before stilling, spurting inside of me whilst I rode out my high.

His body plopped against me on the couch, his chest heaving up and down. My legs were still shaking, the intensity of the orgasm still lingering. He looked down, resting a hand on my leg in attempt to calm it. He chuckled, looking at me.

“You alright, love?”

I nodded, my lips parted, my breathing pattern slowly returning back to normal.

“That was fucking amazing,” I breathily exclaimed, earning another chuckle from him.

He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me into his side. My cheek rested on his bare chest, his heartbeat lulling me to relaxation. His arm soothingly rubbed up and down my arm, his own cheek resting against the top of my head.

“Well,” he began, his voice raspy, “before you came here, I made ratatouille.”

#george mackay #george mackay x reader #x reader #x reader fic #fanfc #1917 #1917 cast #smut #George Mackay smut

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suchalilyofthevalley · 4 years

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I think you raised a lot of good points with how they're going to market both S and C moving forward...I have my own opinion on this "relationship" but regardless I've been surprised they've been promoted as a duo so much? i actually felt sorry for C that her album promo wasn't about her album. and i'm interested to see what shawn's major interview will be like. if it's a fluffy relationship piece i think it will do more harm than good. (part 1)

Also I think his foundation should have launched with an interview not necessarily for his fanbase but to attract corporate partnerships? Would like your thoughts on that and the foundation in general. I just feel like he was on an upward trajectory and that it may have stalled because of the current positioning, but I don't have any figures to back it up, it's just my impression. I do think some new advisors on his team could elevate him though.(part 2)

::cracks knuckles::

First off THANK YOU SO MUCH for an ask like this. It’s very well thought out/well written and it lets me go into what I LOVE about my job/PR - the build and strategy/positioning in regards to media.

Before I do - the part about the next big interview for him: fan hat off, PR hat on. It NEEDS to be about him, about music, about what’s next. All fandom and mass pop has seen since last summer has been the THEM of it all. Most folks that know him or support him, are there for him and his music. not his relationship. These are the folks that are going to buy albums, concert tickets, merch, stream, tune into interviews, etc. They’re the ones that keep the engines fueled and the lights on. It sometimes feels like that’s forgotten about in the mix of everything.

The massive Billboard article that dropped about the success of Shawn Mendes: The Tour at the end of January didn’t even get the love and push it should have. This was massive news and it like didn’t even get acknowledged in any way, even industry facing.

This has to/needs to be a legit interview. Not a 5 question curated thing that shows up in like PopSugar or InStyle or online video only with like BuzzFeed. And honestly, after the success of SM3/SMTT - it should be something that elevates his profile. He’s done some of the big ones in Variety, Billboard, Rolling Stone. Which all awesome. But time to build and keep moving forward and upward.

This next big moment - it NEEDS to go next level to hit wider, more mature more male and female mass pop. My thoughts? Depending on what they’ve actually got to talk about - Vanity Fair or Vogue are both a bit a reach but that would be EPIC goals - especially if there’s something of substance to talk about and he’s willing to be open. More realistic? GQ, Esquire, Interview Mag, even Hollywood Reporter but that skews a little more industry. I don’t trust EW to have enough of a deft hand to handle what really needs to be done, it would be too floof and veering tabloidy for that next meaty piece.

Total aside - the fact the team hasn’t pitched him for like Men’s Health/Men’s Journal yet BOGGLES considering some of the other folks that have been able to snag covers. To me? No BRAINER to have pitched that at album release or before the tour to talk and dive into his regiment and how he gets into shape to take on a tour/shows.

For the foundation - there was absolutely Z E R O marketing/pr thought or strategy put out on it or towards it. This launched in the lead up to what was the biggest moment of the tour, his hometown stadium show in Toronto. They basically launched it and was like yeah it’s a thing here’s a sizzle video and some pretty graphics ok donate to us byeeeeee.

No friends. No.

You needed to LAUNCH this thing, really and truly. Not only for the general awareness, but like you said dear anon, for the corporate philanthropy of it. Your partners are tour folks who probably got looped in on the tour deal. So what’s happening now? Who else is backing this? How much have you ponied in to start this? What else have you been doing for it? What are your fundraising drivers other than soliciting to fan base and having a donate button on your website? What’s your ethos and mission statement?

They’re under the umbrella of the Social Impact Fund for the States and Internationally to manage the financials/donation platform website, who also manages the charities/foundations from wii.i.am and Bradley Cooper. Which yay good legit and folks. So that means they’re using THAT team to do a lot of the heavy lifting on the back end with distribution, their charitable status, etc. I know I’ve heard noise/chatter on here before that folks think this is a sham, it’s a tax break/shelter, it’s not legit. The fund they’re using is a fully registered 501(c)(3) here in the States which means they’ve got folks they’ll need to answer to with legit breakdowns of how funding is being used, etc. Folks being the IRS. It looks like they’re under the Sick Kids Foundation/Sick Kids Charitable Fund with donating in Canada. So what this all means is that they’ve got the framework of the foundation without having to do the lift and say have an Exec Director on their staff managing everything.

However, they’re slow to the kick on everything the fan base says is important OR that he’s said is important/has backed before. It took a good beat to answer on the Australia wildfires and we’ve seen more recently with the COVID-19 response. There needs to be true thoughts and efforts put in, against and behind this. The fact that “our impact” on the website is literally links to Instagram posts? It would be a good idea to flesh that out a little bit more. Same with the partners they support - say what programs of theirs you’re giving to, what it’s going towards/for.

Given this kicked off in Canada around this show, like Macleans would have been a good interview, CBC/CTV or given it’s his hometown show was coming up, the Toronto Star or even go national with the Globe & Mail. It would have been a no brainer to do something with a Billboard for this, loop it in with talking about the show. Even better if you want to go after the double whammy of mass pop and corporate that would span across borders? Forbes. I know the music guys there and that would have been AMAZING. There was so much that could have been done and there just...wasn’t. Which is sad. This could be something and it’s just like a thing that’s there.

Coming off the album drop, the positive reviews, the blast through of shows/ticket sales followed by the actual tour success? Major positive forward motion and it feels like it’s stalled or backslid. I am all for him taking a beat to breathe and a break, but he shouldn’t do it at the detriment or demolition of everything he’s worked to build. He’s at a serious turning point. It’s also not out of the ordinary for artists to outgrow their teams or change teams. I know I’ve mentioned it before. It’s going to be interesting to see what he and the team, this one now or otherwise, do next all around.

#getting on my PR soapbox #cause publicists don't stop working #anon #Anonymous

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vylette-takeda · 4 years

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Moments of Clarity - Personal

♪" You were under the impression

That when you were walking forwards

You'd end up further onward

But things ain't quite that simple. "♪

*Personal Thoughts to Follow, if you do not want to read such, move along. :) *

How long should you knock on the same door with no answer before you give up?

Turns out, sometimes I knock for way too long. I hear the party going on inside and I want to come and be a part of it, but either the music is too loud or people are too preoccupied, or sadly they peek through the blinds, see it is me, and ignore the knocking. Meanwhile I watch the back door creak open and people sneak in there.

Whatever the case, my arm is tired, and I am done knocking. Because of my social anxiety disorder friendships in meatspace can be very difficult if not impossible to maintain. A disorder which was manageable through early life has gotten worse over time. For this reason, I often find I try to make friendships online. See, in cyberspace I get to be the real me. Sure I am anxious and have issues like so very many people here, but I *can* be social. I *can* “go out” virtually. I *can* be myself. It’s hard to say precisely why, but some of the old approaches that always seemed to work well before in WoW, SWTOR and myriad other games have not really worked well here. Perhaps I had extremely good luck in the past, since others always told me their horror stories and nothing like that ever happened to me. (Unless you count when I was stalked irl because of it but that is a different story). Perhaps I just had bad luck in some circles here? Who can say? I have asked people, very frankly and received puzzling and contradictory information and advice. What I can say is I have to make some changes.

I have wanted to for a while with certain things but the road has been tough and the eternal optimist in me always feels like “things will turn around! Just give it more time!” but it is simply not healthy to follow that course any more. There is something to be said for optimism and sticking it out of course, but at some point you become that random annoyance knocking on the door that is never going to open. You are not on the list and the velvet ropes are there to keep you out. Also, no matter if you are genuinely kind or nice to them or how much you desire it to be so, not everyone wants to be your friend, or hang out with you, or even acknowledge your existence. This is *NOT* a “call out” post, these are just my own meandering thoughts. It is no secret to people who know me that I have had some struggles this past year or so. Ups and downs. Some people entered my life that proved to be negative even if they attempted to appear positive. A precious few, @mai-takeda chief among them, brought in a lot of positivity and I am grateful for them. I guess then in a way this is a call out post. I am calling out Mai for being awesome :P I am not listing others at this time.

Anyway, this is mostly for me. Kind of like a journal entry. I wanted to just get some stuff out and figured this was a good enough place. It also can help explain some of the rationale behind my being so disengaged lately. I am slowly making my way back to tumblr and trying to at least keep up with tags and the extremely rare message I receive (another cause of frustration since it seems many people are interested in being friends ONLY if you are willing to ship or erp with them. As soon as you are in a ship quite a few lose any and all interest in you as a person) but I am not sure if I will ever get back to the level of involvement I once had. If you read this and took something from it or appreciated it, then I thank you. If you felt like this should not have been posted I remind you the body was below a cut and simply put “my page my rules.” 98% of what I post here is FF content and aesthetics including responding to others or re-sharing and supporting their content. The remaining 2% is other content I find interesting, funny, or cool enough to post as well as the occasional personal commentary. If this bothers you, I am sorry but respectfully if you find what I post bothersome you can un-follow me or choose not to read it. No longer will I allow *ANYONE* to tell me what I can or cannot post. I will not give into past pressures to “Share more of my posts” nor will I be made to feel bad when I share something from another person that someone else does not like. I allowed people to do this to me in the past and all it did was cause me angst and make me upset. In fact, it was a large reason I started to avoid using tumblr. (Bonus gratuitous Bowie picture.)

If someone approaches me to not share something, with the exceptions of content you own (artwork etc.) or something that is embarrassing or hurtful to you *AND* is based on you (Ie - a picture of your toon in an embarrassing light etc.) I will shut that shit down immediately, no exceptions.

Additionally, I will continue with my policy of staying out of tumblr drama as best I can. This applies in particular to things that occurred before I even was playing FF or on tumblr! Just because I post a picture set I like from someone you do not like, it does not mean we hang out on Saturday nights painting each others toenails or that I am choosing sides in a drama I probably do not even know about.I use this platform to network, make contacts and friends and share content related to a hobby I enjoy. I hope you enjoy the things I post! If you do not, I am sorry to hear that, and wish you well in finding a page more in tune with your tastes. Now if after all this you are still here AND are not planning on hitting the un-follow button AND think you might want to be more than tumblr mutuals, hit me up! Send me a note. Drop me a line. Use a smoke signal. Whatever. I know I am interested in more friends. I like to think that despite my flaws I am a pretty ok person. I guess ask people who I have actually spoken with or hung out in game with. I would also like to build some lasting RP contacts that want to enjoy this nerdy game together. I can also offer as an added bonus a rambln raen girl who I am often with as part of the package. I know this was a lot for most people to want to read and I do not take it personal if no one is still reading at this point. Again, I posted this mostly for myself. It also helps me to track thoughts and feelings that get muddled over time.

Thanks.

#ooc thoughts of the mun #ch-ch-ch-changes #keep on knockin but you can't come in!#shuttin shit down

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fableish · 4 years

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I think this is the last shot I have from my “playing around with a new reshade” thing that I did. I still need to find what I was actually looking for, which is a more natural enhancing one (I already have one that’s good for gameplay/using the UI) without being too dark, not working with 4.6.1 or being too cold OR too warm. Yeah. I’m the Goldilocks of reshades apparently.

I also wanted to note, seeing how I’ve seen a few others mention it that I do have a Simstagram that I use. I don’t personally have any plans of going anywhere, I do, kinda sorta like it here, sometimes. And I want to keep up with people. I also haven’t figured out what to share where either so there’s that too.

I don’t really have specific sims I can post with predominately because my attention span goes from “OMG let’s to Medieval Fantasy” to “Oh I just watched Poirot again I want a 1920′s-1930′s game” to “Oh I just looked at my shelf of 18th-19th century history books/my fashion history books and now I want a Victorian-like game” to “OMG industrial brick building with apartment in it? I want to do grungy friends!” to “Oh, you know, Windenburg is perfect for a murder mystery” to “You know I wonder how an epistolary driven story would work for the Sims...”. (Also, my mind is long winded, so that’s a good insight on how that works too)

So people don’t really know any one specific sim of mine because by the time I post something I’m already knee-deep in contemplating which social media platform would be most used by elder sims.

Also, this seems like a good point to either put a cut/read more (I went TS2 download shopping recently and there’s a lot of stuff on Dreamwidth and it’s called a cut and I’m old and leave me alone).

Anyway. This isn’t so much anything highly dramatic or worrying. I’m pretty used to my “ooooh shiiiny” tendencies by now. I do wish I’d stick with something for awhile because I miss that depth, you know? But I also recognize that part of it is because I’m not 100% attached to some ideas and it’s also because the ones I’m attached to? I’m terrified that I won’t be able to pull of.

See. I don’t like failing and I like getting things right, preferably the first time. Partly because my anxiety rears up at the idea of failure, partly because getting it right the first time? Far more efficient than failing. Now. There is some rational part of me that’s well aware that failure is helpful and teaches you lessons. I’m not entirely black and white. But sometimes it gets the better of me.

I also do get oh so easily distracted though. Not so much with my actual RL work. If anything I get massively annoyed if I am distracted by something then.

However in my hobby-life? Oh man. I go from being so into sims to only wanting to read books, to binging on stuff I’ve watched before, to wanting to worldbuild for the fun of it, to researching werewolf myths from around the world to only wanting to play story driven games to only wanting to listen to music and daydreaming. And I do it to the exclusion of anything else. I.e. if I’m in a Sims mood? I don’t rally read, if I worldbuild I don’t want to play story driven games etc.

This isn’t really a rant as much as it’s a “putting it on paper to get it out of my head so maybe it’ll make more sense” exercise.

I’m single minded and that’s great when I want to complete something. However I’m also constantly inspired or into new things.

So back to Simstagram which is actually what brought all these thoughts to the front (because let’s be real, they’ve been there while I’ve been on here too). I see these accounts that focus on a single sim, or a couple, and it looks really fun. And I want to do it, but, I don’t really have a sim I love that much? Like I have all of these guys (here, here and here) that I made and adore (and I’ve made more since, because of course I have). But I can’t choose just one and the idea of doing several feels overwhelming.

And are these really important, heavy thoughts that matter in the long run? No. But it’s 1 am, it’s storming and I can’t sleep and you know what? I want to babble. So babbling it is.

All of this also has me coming back to epistolary novels and styles of writing. Because exploring a sim, or several to be specific, through their various social media posts, grocery lists, to-do lists, bullet journals, spotify playlists, notes and bills intrigue me.

I don’t know why, but it does and I keep coming back to it.

Which I guess is partly why accounts featuring specific sims on Instagram intrigue and amuse me. Because it’s exactly that. Yet I can’t quite settle down and do it, because I can’t focus on one sim or choose one for that matter. I’m also, despite what the things I said earlier might make you believe, thoroughly lazy.

And this means that this little “essay” of mine is going to arrive at the utterly unsatisfactory conclusion that I still don’t know what to do but I did get it out of my system and hopefully the storm (outside, let’s not get all metaphorical) will settle and I can go to bed. And besides, everyone knows that essays online have to start with “in this essay I will...”

Anyway. It’s out of my system now, I’ll probably (definitely) ponder this a lot more. And if you’ve read this thing, thank you ❤️ And if you’ve read this and though “hey, this sounds like me!”, hello fellow magpie distracted by shiny new things. I guess we should form a club? 💖

#not strictly speaking nonsims but it is babble #babble #also this is literally just babbles about story and simming #so no heavy topics here

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blackgirlblues · 4 years

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Being A Black Girl: And Chasing Your Dreams.. Yikes.

Hi,

It’s me, your resident black girl back with some new shit to rant about. I’ve been posting a few screenshots of short poems and paragraphs I’ve been writing on my phone as a way to heal and get over Capricorn boy from my last post on here and I see you guys like and reblog. Thank you for showing love, although it makes me sad that so many of you seem to be going through the same range of emotions I am. I’m sorry.

I know it’s a lonely place to be in.

But, on the bright side, I’ve got a lot of new followers joining the diary/manual/rant page that is blackgirlology and it’s nice cause I think it’s becoming a little bit of a community. So, in a way, were never really going through any of these emotions alone. If you’ve found this page-you’re part of a community. Bask in it.

Anyways, that aside, a lot has happened since I last spoke to you. I don’t know if any of you may remember, and for some new people this will be a surprise. But I’m actually a singer songwriter from Ireland. Moved to London a year and a half ago to pursue my music dream and that’s how I met Capricorn boy whos been the source of all my poems.

Throughout this time in between, I’ve been trying to chase my dreams, and chase them relentlessly. and this summer i did just that, let me tell you, what im about to tell you guys, is to put it simply, wild. I’ll just cut to the chase.

It all started in July. I’d been in London for quite a long time now, over a year and now have a manager who’s my best friend first and foremost. We’ll call her Maya. I met her in my first week of moving to London in the student halls I was staying at and we became best friends pretty quick. She studies music business, so it made sense and she just naturally ended up taking up the role as my music manager. Shes seen everything. The songs I wrote about Capricorn boy, the tears, everything. And she saw everything this summer.

I saw an ad for a record label opportunity in London. It was advertised on my university facebook page; a new indie label, looking for demo submissions for a competition they were setting up to find their new signee. I sent a screenshot to Maya who agreed I should send my stuff in. I did, they liked it, I got a meeting, we were sent terms and conditions for the competition. We signed it, the rest was supposed to be history.

Big yikes.

There’s so many layers to this story that I will be shortening it, just because it can get very draining for me to talk about or even write about. I’ve healed from it i think, but I still want to put it here and write it about to finally close that chapter and be done with my feelings about what happened to me and my music.

Basically, the whole competition, the record label, the dickhead CEO, it was all a scam. I had accidentally signed away the master rights to my new song to a record label started by a fake CEO who was committing fraud and known for tricking young artists into handing over their master rights so he could profit off of them, for power.

It was a mess. Another contestant told me and Maya when we were outside of their office. Just minutes before we were under the impression that I was doing an interview for Billboard Magazine. Honestly, I never truly believed it. Shit was too good to be true.

But she told us everything. How he was actually a run away from Spain, where he was caught and exposed for doing the exact same thing to artists there, how he didn’t have any money to fund the competition he had somehow roped all of us into, how he was illegally avoiding paying his team, how none of the creatives we had collaborated with for photoshoots etc were paid, how everything was a lie, how he didnt have any connections, and how he was trying to convince me specifically to sign a 360 deal with his label.

Which, guys, I’m not stupid. After the first week of being with the label for the competition and letting my song live through their disastrous marketing campaign, Maya and I long decided that regardless of what they said, I would not under any circumstances be signing anything with any entity of their company.

After being told the truth, I had to sit down. You see, when I came across this opportunity, I thought this was finally the life I’d been manifesting coming true. I had begun to grow in my spirituality and start journaling, writing down my manifestations, and getting to work with a record label who would later offer me a fair contract before I turn 20 was one of the manifestations I had written down every night before I went to bed. However, what I’d gotten was the exact opposite.

I remember, me, Maya, and 2 of the girls from the competition all stood around in a circle outside of their new office that the CEO also hadnt paid for wondering what our next move would be with this new information. There was still 2 other contestants inside who had no idea what was really going on was an elaborate scam. One of them wanted to go in and expose them on the spot. I said no, we had to go in and pretend like everything was normal until we figured out what to do afterwards.

So in I went, plastering the fakest smile on my face and pretended like I still thought I was about to be speaking with Billboard Magazine. Once I got out, I broke down in Maya’s arms.

I went home to my flatmates, Ellie and Bea and cried for hours before I had to go work a 7 hour shift at a pizza place.

I stayed in bed, and cried, and cried. and cried again. I didn’t get out of bed unless I needed too. The only people I talked too were my flatmates E and B and Maya.

Everything was sorted out eventually, a lot more happened, but as I’ve been writing this article for you guys, I realised that all of that stuff is no longer relevant to my journey and isnt something I want to bring back into my energetic circle because I’ve made peace with the fact that a lot of people who betrayed me when I was at my lowest, peace with the fact that these contestants who wanted to “work together” to get out of this mess, actually wanted to save their own asses and leave me in the cold.

But I still got out of it and I’m still here.

I nearly got sued by a man with less than 20 pound to his company account online, but hey, I’m here.

I guess why I’m telling you guys this really short account of my summer is to both record it for myself but also to say its okay to flop, its okay to fail. I did both this summer. and thank god i did. it was the best thing that ever happened to me.

following your dreams is scary, doing it as a black girl is terrifying because society has already kind of set you up to fail. there’s already misconceptions about what you do, who you are, where you come from and how good you’re going to be at what you do. its almost like we cant fail and we need to work 10 times harder to obtain half of what the average white person will get. and sometimes it can feel like we dont have any space to fail or make mistakes because of this but let me tell you thats not true.

if anything, the universe will put you in places that will force you to grow through the mistakes you make. and thats exactly what happened to me this summer.

i chased my dream so relentlessly i ended up in an environment i thought i manifested, i thought was good for me, only for the universe to show me that that specific environment i’d been wishing to be in is the furthest from what i need right now in my life.

this so called failure showed me that not everybody who smiles can be trusted, and that people can be way more deceiving than i ever thought, especially when push comes to shove and they need to save themselves. you start to see the real them when it starts to get tense. the people who seem to be around you when you’re doing good will most likely dissapear when things start to go south, including some of your oldest friends. you will get radio silence on their end. be upset. cry. but after that be glad that this situation revealed their true colours.

and then never put any more energy into them again.

this failure showed me how fucking strong i am. how resilient and kind i am even in the face of disrespect and actual evil. it showed me how much i can care for someone who i believe is at a risk of losing it all, and showed me that this will not always be reciprocated. and for a while i thought that meant that i had to harden myself up and grow a shell. but i dont think so. i will not allow the things ive been through to make me into a hard person when i was born soft. i mean now, im a little rough around the edges, jagged enough to cut anyone who comes too close with some of that bad energy, but soft enough to hold myself tight and glue myself back together when i need to. soft enough to hold the people who held me this summer. soft enough to help people who i know deserve it.

im a good person in a shitty world, i don’t need to match the world and become a shitty person to survive.

after all of this happened, i stopped writing music.

i haven’t written anything properly or produced anything in months and sometimes i get worried that ive completely lost my talent. but thats another thing that this failure taught me, i can never truly lose whats meant to be mine. i know that i was put on this earth to create change, to inspire, to be an activist and a voice for people who dont have one. i know i was put here to do it through a creative medium and right now i still think that is music.

i think i just need to stop being so scared to start again, to learn my craft again.

i used to be so scared of failure but now i am so thankful for it and the lessons its taught me. i had so much hurt and pain and hatred in my heart for the universe for, in my head, doing this to me. but then i realised that the universe never does anything to you, it does it for you. all of this happened in my best interest and while i definitely didnt understand at the time, i get it now.

thank you universe for the worst summer of my life.

and my black ass will be continuing to chase my dreams relentlessly, failing, tripping and falling on my ass until i get to the very top.

besides, if everything had just gone right, that wouldnt have been very interesting, would it?

#blackgirlology #black girl #black power #black love #black blogger #Black Blogs #music #blog #blogger #journal #journaling #diary entry #diary of a black girl #diary #dear diary #tumblr diary #dreams

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introvertedwolf · 4 years

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Papyrus Collab

In more detail! I made a small idea post about a Papyrus-based project not too long ago, but this will have more info-

Papyrus is really unappreciated in the fandom and, like Sans, his personality is incredibly contradictory to what he's like in-game. I'll try to keep this short... In game, Papyrus is ambitious and determined, though he's never really allowed to have the spotlight. He's constantly overshadowed, even IRL. Regardless of people being unfair in various forms (Sans seems to steal everyone's focus when it comes to Papyrus making friends, Undyne limits how far he's getting with the Royal Guard, everyone in Snowdin seems to think he's weird and refuse to associate with him), he refuses to give up working towards his dreams of being popular and respected. He keeps waiting for his time to shine, even when it's been taken many, many times before. He's not willing to give up his morals and, in a way, his ambition, even when you've decapitated him. His limitless positivity and persistence through his struggles, especially with other people, goes far too unnoticed, in my opinion... The project I have in mind is about this! I found a song that I think applies to him very well in these regards! However, I can't focus on it by myself- I have two other massive projects to take up my time. So, I'm wondering if any of you want to help me with the project? The status I made a while ago got a few responses, but a journal is likely to catch more attention... I'd be the one making sure the planning and editing and stuff gets done. I'd be open to chat at all times since I check Deviantart and Tumblr regularly. I'd like to set up the project so that the only thing you guys would have to do are the drawing parts. I don't care what skill level you're at or how long you'll take to get a part done. Traditional and digital are both perfectly fine as well!! Styles don't matter, nor do mediums. I should clarify that this is not intended to be an animation. What I have in mind are more like keyframes to an animation (sometimes called a picture music video/PMV or an animatic). It's much more like creating a comic than creating an animation. I won't argue with you if you want to create an animation, but if you do want to do that, please tell me so I can factor that into the plans. I don't want you to get the longest chunk if you're animating, y'know? You can change your mind along the way, but again, I'd like to know about that so we can work to make everything go smoothly. Please keep in mind that this is the first time I've done an online collaboration, especially consisting of this much of...everything. I'm trying to figure out how to navigate this too..please be patient with me XD Because this is the first time I've tried organizing something like this, anyone who chooses to participate will get quite a bit of say in the project. I can do the general planning (though it's very welcome to have some form of a say in that too), either through quick doodles that don't even count as sketches, writing down the general concept, or if the person prior to you finished their part, sending you that and letting you work from there, only knowing where it needs to end. If there's any confusion or uncertainty, even the tiniest amount about the smallest thing, you can message me and I'll help you! If you'd like to participate, let me know! Could be a comment or a note, either works. I have a google doc of the lyrics along with the place I found the song that I can share with everyone, though planning is a bit more time-consuming and isn't done quite yet...

#Not a reblog #papyrus #idea #I have no idea how to tag this-

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haelroyale · 4 years

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How to Deal With Stress Positively

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How to Deal With Stress Positively

How to deal with stress positively

First off, before we get into how to deal with stress positively, I want to just debunk the misconception that anxiety is an unavoidable aspect of living. I do not think that. I decide not to believe that because even though stress is widespread, everyone here has probably experienced stress in life.

Life can be stressful at times. I believe that if you meditate, you will have the ability to achieve a little state of zen in which you are so so present you’re never stressed.

I think that it is likely to exist much more worry-free and longer stress-free. Don’t believe that stress is unavoidable because it is avoidable.

Today I’m going to share some tips on how to deal with stress positively. My first tip on how to deal with stress positively is to:

1) Take a shower or a bath.

There is a definite feeling about cleansing yourself, which also cleanses yourself emotionally. It washes your energy by removing those impurities away. It relaxes you.

Also, make sure to hydrate and drink lots of water, then a bath or shower, and you will feel so much better.

2) Be present.

You notice that, once you’re stressed, you’re usually feeling stressed or apprehensive about the future since it’s unsure.

You are unsure whether you are gonna pass this test, or you’re uncertain whether something is definitely going to be a certainty, and that may drive us mad if we allow it to.

But when you’re in the now, you’re focused on whatever’s in front of you. And in case you haven’t noticed: You can always handle the present moment.

So whatever obstacle is happening in your own life, if it’s the situation you are in at the moment, you are going to deal with it.

But usually, we are worried because we are attempting to deal with the problem which has not happened yet. It’s later on. That’s what’s causing the stress.

Know your power is here in the present moment. It is possible to think of the time you had a test in school coming up, and you were anxious about it.

You were really stressed out preparing or studying, or perhaps procrastinating made you stressed out. But when you’re really there taking the exam, you are not stressing out.

You are focused, you’re flowing. You are like, Okay, allow me to figure out this. Let me do this…” You’re solving the issue facing you.

Stress is a trick your brain plays on you before anything is actually happening. Stress is your anticipation, not the activity. Concentrate on the job in an instant, and you’ll be okay.

3) Brain dump.

Write it all down. When you journal all of your thoughts out, worries, and anxieties, you notice what is causing your stress, and you see how silly some of your concerns or fears maybe.

This may help you feel more clear then, so you’re not in your head all the time. You’ll be able to organize your thoughts a bit when you view it down on paper.

You might give yourself advice in your journal session. Usually, I only help myself when I am journaling it out. I’m worried about this, or I am concerned about that.

But also: this, this, and this. It’s okay because of this, this, and this. That means that you can use journaling as a tool to alleviate your anxiety, to inform yourself that it is going to be okay.

You might also utilize this session to assist you in planning out those future actions to help you escape this situation. You can use it as productive time, plan for your next baby steps, and see what beliefs or thoughts are holding you back.

Really use it to get clear. The fourth step on how to deal with stress positively is:

4) Talk to someone and get help.

Sometimes you want an outsider’s view to have the ability to understand your situation clearly. Speaking to a trusted friend or therapist can help you set you at ease and alleviate your tension and anxiety and feel in peace.

A fantastic resource to get connected with a licensed therapist online is BetterHelp.

BetterHelp is for cheap, personal counseling. Their website and the app offer access to accredited, trained, and certified counselors and therapists so that they can get assistance anytime, anywhere.

How it works is they pair you with a counselor who is right for you. You’ll be able to find a description of your therapist, their specialties, years of expertise, and reviews from other clients too.

If you don’t vibe with the one that you got, you may always change the therapist you have. In my situation, I was matched by BetterHelp the same day, and we scheduled a live video conversation.

So that was my very first experience with speaking to a therapist. And at the very first session, it was refreshing to have the ability to talk about anxieties and my issues frankly.

I cried a lot in the first session, which I ultimately did not anticipate. But it’s just been really healing and another experience to try.

In case you’re interested, definitely, check out BetterHelp because it’s so accessible and straightforward to utilize.

5) Detach yourself from the outcome and trust the process.

Understand in life you’ll find things that you can control and items that you can’t control. And it is useless, and it is a waste of time to focus and worry about matters that are outside of your control.

Therefore concentrate which you can get a handle on. Do your best and discharge your control of the outcome. Consider having this fresh perspective.

When you don’t care what happens, you are living more carefree, you have zero expectations. Whatever happens, happens.

The idea is that life will simply take you in these directions. You’ll have challenges, and sometimes, however, everything placed before you in life, everything is given for you, is there to allow you to grow, to help you learn, to gain strength.

So expect that whatever is in front of you is whatever you need to grow. A comfortable life isn’t real, there isn’t any simple life, there isn’t any ideal life.

Bad things are gonna happen. Challenges are gonna happen. So as long as you have the mindset: I am just going to perform my best and not care about the outcome. I’m here to learn, you’ll be okay.

6) Meditate

Meditation should be done every day as it’s one of the foundation habits, one of being more stress-free, carefree, joyful in the life of the main hints.

It has so many benefits. If you were able to meditate 5 minutes daily, you would feel the benefits of a sound mind and a centered soul.

Meditation is learning to realign with your soul and softening the noise around you, and remembering that your soul within, it’s always still, it’s always secure.

Your soul is invincible. So meditation is a reminder to come back to that and realize that everything around is just temporary.

It’s not going to stay like that forever. Anyway, if it’s difficult for you to meditate, you can definitely try guided meditations like Calm or Headspace. Or you could try spa music.

I really like Spotify spa music in the background sometimes, just because it’s so relaxing. There’s also a quote that I heard once that really stuck with me, something like: “Fifteen minutes of meditation a day is essential. If you are busy, then an hour is necessary.”

I actually think that’s a quote that keeps coming up in my meditation app Zenfriend. But anyway, it’s super accurate that you should meditate every day, but if you are busier or if you are more stressed, then you should meditate longer.

I know it’s counter – when you’re busy, you’re like, “I don’t have time for meditation.” But when you are working is when you need it most.

7) Take care of yourself.

Take care of your body, your health, your well-being. Don’t forget that self-care always comes first, because you have to be okay to function in everyday life.

So make sure you’re eating healthy, drinking a lot of water, getting enough sleep. It really is the basics. And I know that when we’re busy or stressed, we tend to sacrifice things like that.

We tend to cut sleep, we tend to eat unhealthy because it’s more convenient. But when you’re busy, that’s actually the time that you need those things more.

The busier you are, the more you own it to yourself to take care of yourself. Lastly, I want to leave you guys with a quote that I really like.

It’s by Dale Carnegie: “Inaction breeds doubt and fear. Action breeds confidence and courage. If you want to conquer fear, do not sit home and think about it. Go out and get busy.”

That just means that, when you’re feeling stressed, anxious, worried, which are all versions of fear, it means that it’s all happening in your head.

And the best thing that you can do to get out of that state is to simply take action. To my point of being present, focus on what you can do right now in the present moment and do your best.

That’s the best that you can do. And when you start to take action, you will feel like – the fear dissolves because you’re so focused on what you’re doing.

So when you just sit home, and you’re just thinking, of course, you’re gonna feel stressed and scared. But when you’re taking action, you feel more confident, and you have more courage and bravery to keep going and to just get things done.

So I send you guys all of that positive energy, all of that just-do-it energy. And I hope that whatever stress you’re going through right now, that you just take a step back from your life, appreciate it for what it is, be grateful for everything that you have, and just relax.

We all need to just appreciate the beauty. After you do that, focus on what’s in front of you and get to work. I hope these tips on how to deal with stress positively have helped you in some way. Thank you for stopping by and have a blessed day!

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