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selflovewarrior · 11 months
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emilidickinson · 2 years
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brightandblossom · 1 year
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It’s funny, as I almost think I am fully recovered, then a little niggle comes in. 
This particular niggle involves me having several trips planned in December. I will be socialising a LOT - hence lots of meals out, parties... and not much exercise. 
But, luckily, I can recognise these thoughts for what they truly are: little disordered niggles. They hold no real consequence for my reality. 
The reality is I am INCREDIBLY lucky that I have life in my bones, and am able to travel to new places. I also have people that WANT to spend time with me and I am able to experience food made by a variety of chefs, or loved ones in different settings! How amazing is that? 
Times like these won’t last forever, or present themselves often. So I am going to LIVE and enjoy them!
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sporeclan · 4 months
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Finally back to business as usual-ish!
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sapphicthinker · 1 year
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 ‘i love you’ i wish i said.
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ikram1909 · 13 days
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Catalán media about Gavi's recovery ❤️❤️
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the-ominous-owl · 1 year
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They don’t talk about it.
Not after Ava emerges from a shower that was far too cold and far too long. Not as they prepare dinner together, dancing and shifting around each other smoothly in the tiny kitchen. Not later that night, when Bea finishes her usual circuit of checking the door and windows are locked and all the lights are off and crawls into bed next to Ava. They don’t talk about it, about Bea’s hand in Ava’s hair and Bea’s breath against Ava’s lips, but when Bea rolls onto her side and reaches for Ava in the darkness, Ava goes willingly, curling herself into Bea’s arms without a word.
Ava’s behaving. She’s not pushing. But in the dark, in their bed, where they can each cry after a nightmare without judgement, the normal rules don’t apply. Ava loosens her self-imposed restriction on touching – not a ban, because she simply wouldn’t survive that, but an awareness of how much and how often – and Beatrice reaches for comfort more easily, loosens her grip on her composure in favour of solace.
They don’t talk about it in the morning either, but that’s less because they’re avoiding it and more because they both, once again, jerk awake to find Lilith glowering at them from the foot of their bed.
“Lilith, I swear to god…” Ava groans, turning to bury her head back into her pillow, only to realise that her pillow had been Bea’s shoulder, and Bea has moved out of range.
“I was invited this time. Beatrice asked for supplies,” Lilith says, innocent tone belied by the smirk that’s revealed when Bea flicks her bedside lamp on, because it’s early enough that it’s still dark outside.
“I meant for them to be delivered at a slightly less obnoxious time,” Bea says, frowning at Lilith as she props herself up on her elbows. She hadn’t gone for her knife this time, mostly because it took her long enough to disentangle herself from Ava that she’d had time to identify Lilith as the figure leering at them in the dark.
“I must have got my time zones mixed up.”
“We’re in the same fucking time zone, you—”
“Language.”
Ava’s going to Halo blast her. It’s going to happen.
continue on ao3
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yourhealingjournal · 1 month
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*guides will include also how to maintain the burst of momentum after getting out of freeze (like: supporting yourself when you have no support system, modelling compassion for yourself, moving away from self-sabotage, how to wade through the lows of recovery period)
ps. if anyone is interested, i might start a taglist? lmk!
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chillwithnea · 10 months
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the magic begins, when...
you start to say 'no'
you start to put yourself first
you start to treat & see yourself as the queen you are
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Changes made to Crowfeather so far:
Deadfoot passed when he was a baby, and he feels a tad of pressure on himself. No one has put this on him.
He has a very strong bond with his mother Ashfoot, sister Downpaw, and brother Hillpaw. Eaglefoot, his older brother, was a bit busy with his own apprentice, but still obviously family.
Losing Downpaw and Eaglefoot to sickness from a poisoned rabbit is what finally makes him listen to Starclan, because he does not want other cats to feel that pain. He does it for the future of Windclan, for his grieving Clanmates.
He had a rivalry with Nightpaw (Nightcloud). She had a habit of outshining him in battle training. His jaw hit the floor when he learned she had been given her name early (and as an Honour Title no less!)
He has a "friendship" with Cranberrypaw. He likes his personal space. She also likes his personal space. He doesn't hate her, but she's so cheerful and bouncy that she is a bit tiring to watch. He is very happy she makes friends with Squirrelpaw.
He does not have a romantic bond with Feathertail. She is much more like a big sister. She cares heavily about the younger cats on the Journey, which now has more apprentices (Crowpaw, Cranberrypaw, Smokepaw, Squirrelpaw, Leafpaw and Shrewpaw).
Traveling with Leafpaw let them build a real bond, and he truly loved her. No more Leafpool hanging off a cliff larping as Feathertail. He is also a HUGE Fire Law supporter.
"The Code is old, and restricting, if the Code is meant to keep cats from LOVING one another.... Then it needs to change."
He faced off against his radicalized brother, Hillfang, during the Battle of Mudclaw. He kills his own brother. Hillfang's body rolls down the hill and his Blood begins to trickle towards the Lake.
He and Leafpool discussed names for kits. It's were they got Lionkit and Jaykit from. He always wanted a big family, and this is a huge trait of his, especially since he loses so many.
He was so prepared to go to Thunderclan to be with Leafpool, but he saw Onewhisker struggling with Mudclaw's Coup and knew he needed to once again think of the future of his own Clan. I cannot stress enough: He Does Not Want To Be In Windclan Anymore.
He and Nightcloud were BOTH in hot water after the Battle of Mudclaw. Girl is a Kitty War Criminal. She killed a guy by somewhat accident (meant to hurt him, did not mean to slit his throat. Don't think "oopsie" is gonna get you off the hook on a murder charge.) and ALL of Windclan is watching them.
"If we start a family, look like we're settling. Maybe we'll be forgiven. They still see both of us as young and irresponsible, we can win back their trust."
When Leafpool told him she was pregnant, he once again tried to leave Windclan, but she was so overwhelmed with emotion (thanks unborn Jaykit) that she ran off. He also realized that with Windclan's changing political atmosphere, if he left now, war would most likely break out. Onestar was cracking under the weight of leadership and the cats of Windclan were demanding that Thunderclan get away from them.
He only trains Heathertail officially. He gives less official training to Featherpelt when Nightcloud goes missing, but Featherpaw goes straight back to her old mentor after.
He does NOT disown the three. He actually really loves them. His relationship with Breezepelt is... strained.
He loves him. He wants to love him. But he doesn't want to be with Nightcloud. He never wanted to be with Nightcloud. Being together was a mistake on both their parts and they were better as just casual rivals when they could easily walk away from each other. He hates that he made that choice and wishes to undo it. But.... does that mean Breezepelt shouldn't exist? What about Smokekit and Dusk-kit? He wants to be close with his son, but his son a living wildfire, and he already never wanted to have kits with Nightcloud, and he still hates being in Windclan... It's hard to think about.
It's complicated. It's frustrating. He doesn't deal with it well, and neither does Breezepelt. They butt heads more than a couple of rams and it doesn't help that Breezepelt is so damn intelligent, light years ahead of "head in the clouds Crowfeather". Their personalities just don't click, and it takes The Great Battle for him to realize how isolated it made Breezepelt feel. Foresight is not this guy's specialty.
He and Nightcloud do agree on one thing though. They love that Whitetail was Breezepaw's mentor. She helped satisfy his need to test and try everything and LEARN things, and had a sarcasm level that matched little Breezey P.
A Broken Crow's Nest is one third Crowfeather's story (the other thirds obviously being Nightcloud and Breezepelt). Crowfeather's ending is that he... Leaves. He finally leaves Windclan behind and congratulates Breezepelt on being made deputy, saying sorry for being a stubborn fart of a father, and he is glad Nightcloud is such a wonderful mom.
He also tells Pickletail a lot of things Breezepelt likes and dislikes, and that Pickletail will be a better father to him than Crowfeather was, and a MUCH better mate flr Nightcloud. (Breezepelt LOVES Pickletail.)
He leaves for Thunderclan, where he finally relaxes for the first time since he ran away so long ago. He gains a lot of weight (Fat Crowfeather SWEEP), and discovers a joy in Camp Keeping and some bird hunting. He connects with his other kits, and gets the chance to mentor... Baypaw!
He is subjected to HEAVY discrimination during TBC, Baypaw is taken from him and given to another cat more loyal to Bramblestar.
"You are a Code Breaker, Lostfeather. And I'm sure Starclan doesn't need a cat like you corrupting the minds of youths."
He joins the rebellion and highly supports Hollyleaf trying to get lives from Starclan.
He is NOT a Light In The Mist. That honour goes to Breezepelt and Leaftail.
In Windclan, he was considered UGLY. Guy was a 1/10. Nightcloud is a 10. No one understood what she "saw in him" and wondered what he must have done to get her attention. In Thunderclan, now that he is fat and more well groomed, he is a more 4 or 5.
As of River, he is now chilling with Leafpool, waiting patiently with her for her other mate Mothwing (Bi Poly Leafpool SWEEP) to cross the border into Thunderclan. It sure is taking a while. Hope Frostpaw's training comes along nicely so she can leave. She's been more high strung lately, more nervous...
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theaddictspoetry · 6 months
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Done letting darkness eat at me inside,
I'm still standing,
And as long as I breathe,
I'll never lose sight,
Of this fight.
@theaddictspoetry
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selflovewarrior · 8 months
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something good to start your day! by selflovewarrior on tumblr
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emilidickinson · 2 years
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oneweirdbookaddict · 2 months
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March Recovery Day one- act of kindness (Time and Wars)
Exactly what it sounds like lol Time does something nice for Wars
788 words, no warnings :)
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“Hey, Old Man?” Rulie’s voice breaks through the soft conversation of the night, and he glances up to the boy.
The simple motion causes the little group of Rulie, Legend, Wind, Twi, and Wild to all break into laughter, causing a grin to pull at his own lips despite not knowing the joke.
“You just admitted it! He called you Old Man and you responded!” Wild wheezes, and Wind laughs even harder.
He rolls his eye playfully, shaking his head.
It had been a nice day- warm, sunny weather, no attacks or battling, he’d let the boys sleep in a little bit and settle in for the night earlier than usual.
It was a nice night, too- a little cool with the sun setting, but the fire kept them warm.
The boys had grouped off to do their own things for the night, from engaging in conversation with one another to reading or writing letters.
He’s glancing down at the letter he’s writing when the captain catches his attention.
Wars sighs at the fraying in his scarf, fingers brushing over it.
“You ok, Capsicle?” Wind asks, draped over the captain’s shoulder from behind.
“Yeah, of course.” Wars says easily, grabbing the sailor and lightly tossing him to the ground.
“Capsicle?” Sky murmurs to Legend, who merely shrugs.
Wars and Wind wrestle on the ground, both laughing, scarf forgotten in the pile of their stuff.
Four glances up from the book he’s been reading since they settled for the night, smiling and shaking his head before going back to reading.
Wild glances up from chopping veggies for tonight’s meal with a laugh, tossing a pumpkin seed at the pair when they get too close.
“Hey, watch the fire,” Rulie warns with a smile, causing the two to pause for a second.
Take a step away, then go right back to it.
Even he has to smile, shaking his head as he does so. His boys are crazy.
While the two are distracted, he eyes their stuff and walks over. Inspects the captain’s scarf, noting the fraying.
He has some thread that would match it surprisingly well, and it’s not too bad yet. He could repair it.
Malon taught him some basic sewing, he’s sure he could fix it.
So he folds it carefully, tucking it into the pouch on his back. And tells the captain he folded it up and put it away when Wars inquires about its whereabouts.
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As he’d predicted, the scarf is a rather simple fix. He’s no expert like his wife, but even he manages to fix it up alright without it being noticeable.
He just took the first watch, made sure the captain didn’t get the second, then settled down with a lamp when the rest had settled in to sleep.
Carefully redid the hem of the fraying fabric with small, careful stitches.
Inspects his work carefully, deeming it acceptable. Malon would do better, but… they work with what they’ve got.
He wonders too late if Legend possibly could’ve done a better job- but banishes the thought quickly. Too late for that, and he’s honestly glad to be able to do something for the captain.
The young man has been a tremendous help during this whole journey, taking lead when need be and doing anything possible to help him out.
It doesn’t come close to repaying him, but… it’s something.
He sets it away, satisfied.
Wakes Four for second watch, settles into sleep easily, and wakes up in the morning to the captain holding the scarf with a frown.
Hands brushing over the newly repaired edge, glancing up at him.
He offers a small smile. “Captain. Good morning.”
Wars gives him an odd look. “Did you do this?”
He feigns innocence. “Do what?”
“Fix it. The fraying.” Wars insists, showing him the stitches. In the light, he notices it’s a bit messy, a few stitches crooked or slightly misplaced.
“Yeah.” He admits. “I can undo-”
He’s cut off when Wars pulls him into a hug, arms wrapping around him tightly.
“Thank you.” Wars says softly as he slowly hugs back.
“Anytime, Link.” He says in the same tone, gently rubbing Wars’ shoulder. Getting a hug- or any sort of contact, really- from the captain was rare. “Thanks for all the help during this craziness.”
Wars nods, slowly pulling away. Takes a slow breath, smiling softly at him. “Glad to help you out.”
He nods, but Wars stops him.
“Time. Thank you. Really.” The captain says softly, hand brushing over the end of his scarf again.
He nods, offering an arm for the captain again.
Wars accepts the hug, head resting on his shoulder.
“Anytime, Captain.” He says softly, gently patting his friend’s back. “Anytime.”
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blisseysuggestions · 1 year
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another soft reminder: it's okay to eat more than others in ed recovery - or even in general!! your body needs the energy - and even if that werent the case, you deserve yummy food regardless ♡
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imtrying-butimpissed · 7 months
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Unfollow pro Ed accounts and pro Ed hashtags. Unfollow the recovery accounts that are blatantly lying about recovery. Unfollow any account that posts thinspo or body checks. Actively help yourself.
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