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#(im in therapy)
stridercestuous · 2 months
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Therapy. Now.
i love you too
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reiningsoral · 3 months
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i fucken hate having adhd sometime usually im all "oh haha adhd hell brain make it hard to sit normal and study" but the side that isnt talked about is the depressive episodes, periods of absolutely no motivation, executive dysfunction, forgetting to take care of yourself, and having to choose between self care or productiveness because GOD FORBIT you want to have enough energy to do both. stress is an absolute nightmare because not only does my brain already not produce the normal amount of dopamine but it practically crumbles when i have to think about anything more complex than fucking 2+2. i cant find the energy to do the things i want to do, let alone things i dont, doing homework causes near actual pain and if im understimulated then oh well guess it's back to skin picking and blasting music through earbuds loud enough to give me genuine hearing problems late in life. my dopamine levels are at an all time fucking low and MIDTERMS arent fucking helping either.
i just hate that the rep for adhd is just "I WANNA DO THIS AND THIS AND THIS AND- SQUIRREL!!" even though it's way more complicated than that because, again, this shit is a mental disorder. okay? it's not "quirky" and it's not an excuse. no. it affects our lives daily and how we live.
anyway yeah sorry for the long angsty post but im going through some mental illness shit rn and i dont wanna talk to anyone i know irl right now
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gingerjolover · 6 months
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gingy has no red flags ur only red flag is that u call people baby who aren’t me❤️ and ur also a lil evil❤️ and u kinda need to see a therapist❤️ but i say that in the most loving way possible❤️
you see, guys? i have no red flags!
(baby girl came for my neck 😞)
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pillow-princess666 · 4 months
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feeling really crazy and trying to have a baby. started my period today and i’m pretty mad💀
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oh-piledriver · 5 months
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one of my favorite forms of therapy is listening to nightshift by lucy dacus on an infinite loop at 1 am while sobbing into a pillow
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larphis · 10 months
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Baby girls, I made a playlist for my fellow OFMD fans. Some song picks I feel like Ed would cry his heart out to. Let’s pray that this hiatus is soon over because it’s been a hot minute since I’ve actually set down and made a character themed playlist.
I think I might be losing my mind.
Let’s just hope Good Omens season 2 revives the brain cells I’m currently losing.
Altough let’s be real - it’ll probably only make me worse.
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objectlovingobject · 9 months
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So i posted my fursona(ref sheet) to tiktok and someone(named anonymous and a buncha letters and numbers so. Cool a ban evader and an alt all in one) told me to go to therapy and im not upset at all, im just?? Really confused?? Like, why? Bc i drew a cute animal with plane wings? Or is it because im not exactly like you lollll
Also what makes you think im not already in therapy xD
Also i needed to get it out of my head so i dont end up overthinking lol
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ando666detonao · 1 year
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don't you ever read a piece of fanfiction so good you just
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yuribeam · 2 months
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for whoever needs to hear this:
starting HRT doesn't have to be a huge momentous all-or-nothing decision. you can just try it like you would an antidepressant you've been informed of the risks of.
there won't be any immediate irreversible changes overnight. you can always stop, change your dose, change your delivery system, decide it's not the right time. you can even microdose if you want to.
you don't have to tell anyone. you don't have to announce it if you don't want to.
stop waiting for a perfect time in your life because it won't come.
stop waiting to reach a mythical level of certainty that never comes to anyone, for anything.
you've been thinking about it long enough. if you have the opportunity, just give it a shot. you're worth the courage it takes to make a change in your life.
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ivory-printer03 · 6 months
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It took almost 21 years on this planet to realize regular people have PTSD 🫠
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coralnoodle · 2 months
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WHAT THE HELL IS LAB SAFETY!!
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inkskinned · 1 year
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i love my therapist but i hate being in therapy. 10 minutes before my appointment, i'm in a meeting with my boss - we discuss my artistic choices; my boss recommends i artistically choose less. 10 minutes after therapy, i wash my hair and think about everything that was said, and then i have to switch it off, like a lamp, and go back to work again.
i was on a walk the other day and someone had the perfect combination of his cologne and whatever-else. it was almost exactly his scent. i fucking hate that. after all these years, i remember that? i tell my therapist - i feel like a fucking wolf. try telling a middle-aged blonde lady. oh i scented him on the air. i'm 30, and i'm having a panic attack over something that would be a plotline in the omegaverse.
what they don't tell you about mental illness is that if you are lucky enough to survive it into adulthood; it becomes a weird slice of your life. because you do, eventually, have to build a life. i realized in a panic somewhere around 22 - oh. i don't know what i'm fucking doing, because i always assumed i'd just go ahead and die. i didn't die, and i'm grateful for that, and i'm very happy about that choice. but it does mean that i am an adult in an apartment, living with my conditions side-by-side like. oh, that's my roommate, adhd. ignore the glass, bytheway, that's ocd.
so you pick your stupid life up by the scruff of the neck and you're, like glad for it (so much laughter and light and friends you would have never thought possible, when you were in the worst of it). but it feels so strange to be dancing around these odd little microcosms, these patchwork moments of your symptoms. if you have a panic attack at night, you still need to wake up and walk the dog in the morning. if your depression is making everything boring, well, you don't have any sick days left, and a job's not really supposed to be that exciting anyway. your ocd tears out each individual leg hair, and then, an hour later, you sigh, patch up the bloody bits, and go get dinner with friends. and the life is kitten-quiet, mewling and pathetic, but it's also like - it's yours, so you're fond of it.
and it's like - you're real. so you still enjoy pushing the shopping cart really fast and then riding on the back of it down an empty aisle. and you're not, like, so sick anymore that when you accidentally drop a mug you burst into tears (except for the days you do that. which are bad). and no, you're not allowed around certain items anymore. oops! but you've learned to be good about brushing your teeth most days of the week. and yeah sometimes in the middle of the day you have a little freak-out about how fucking unfair it all is, how fucking hard, how other people can just do this without having to fucking hurt the whole time. and then you sigh and force yourself to sit down and fucking journal about it so you can tell the nice middle-aged blonde woman yeah i had a hard day but i practiced grounding. you still sometimes want to burst out of your own skin, but you force yourself to eat kind-of healthy and to take your vitamins. you let yourself chop off all your hair in the sink in a dramatic poetry of control and relief - and you also have developed good hobbies that help you move your body more frequently. you feel helplessly behind, lost in the shuffle - but you also practice gratitude, taking stock of what you have garnered. because you're trying. even if you're never gonna be normal, you have something... close enough.
and the little kitten of your life, this mangy, starlit tigercub, this thing you expected to rot so young: in your arms, it turns itself over, belly-up. exposing this new soft part, all the organs and guts. like it's saying i trust you now. you won't give me up.
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copperbadge · 3 months
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Can't wait to see how Therapist reacts on Friday to the fact that I did manage to get through the meditation video she sent me after several tries but in order to do so I had to bump the playback speed to 2.5x.
I don't want to speedrun mindfulness or whatever but these serene motherfuckers need to talk faster.
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myceliumbutch · 4 months
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Can the "trans men are oppressors" crowd do me a favor and try to find mental health resources for trans men in their area? And I mean real resources not just videos and articles. Any support groups for trans men? Any therapy groups? Are local queer centers reaching out for specific resources to trans men? Does the local sexual health center have information about birth control, abortions, fertility? Is there a shelter for trans men that they can be safe in without misgendering themselves? Are there any social groups for trans men?
If they're so privileged, where the fuck is it?
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tvgals · 10 months
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miguel telling you to breathe when you cum …
sometimes it’s just too much when he’s pounding into you and you just can’t regulate the right way :((
“breathe, baby…” miguel tells you, tapping his fingers on your cheek coaxing you to inhale. you take a deep breath and miguel drags his cock out and almost immediately slams back in, earning a weak cry from you. “i can’t do it…don’t remember how..” you mumble, twisting your hips to try and get away from the pleasure.
“yes you can…did it last week..” miguel coos, pulling you flush to his chest, you two eye to eye. “look at me, baby.” your glazed eyes meet miguel’s and you inhale. “there she is…”
:(((
he’s such a cutie patootie
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ew-selfish-art · 6 months
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Dpx Dc AU: Ectoplasm is required for Ghosts to be visible to the human eye- And Danny creates his own ectoplasm.
Danny is visiting Jazz in Gotham and its weird how friendly everyone is. Like, the city gets a really bad rapport, everywhere he goes there is someone trying to strike up a conversation or answer his questions about getting around to the tourist spots. A few people even pointed out restaurants and ways to find off the beaten path gems! Jazz seems to role her eyes at him, but when he brings up her 'roommate' being kind of cute she flat out laughs.
Danny then comes to understand the Jazz doesn't have a roommate and that Ghosts in Gotham don't move far from their haunts- He's just been inadvertently turning these undead folks visible by accident of generating abnormal amounts of ectoplasm.
Which, is comforting in a way, he's never walking this dangerous city alone and really, most of the ghosts have been really friendly! They disappear once he's a few blocks away from them anyway.
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Tim Drake is having a horrible day.
He'd been given intel that one of Black Mask's guys was going to snitch but that he'd died before given the opportunity to reach out to the GCPD. He tracks down the guy's last know whereabouts and yikes. Its next to the Theater. Tim was often grateful for his childhood obsessions, this time it backfired.
Tim and Bruce get into an argument about trust and respect and, worst of all, mental health. And even though Tim was vehemently against Batman accompanying Red Robin to the alleyway - that's exactly what happens.
They arrive and Bruce is closing up faster than a clam in the contaminated Gotham Bay- Clearly being in the Alley bothers him. No fucking shit. RR gets started on collecting evidence, there are a few extra blood splatters and a single left shoe... When a kid walks into the Alley.
"Uh, sorry to intrude-" The kid looks scared shitless, and runs away. And then, all of a sudden, Batman and Robin aren't alone in the Alley.
Tim can hardly believe his eyes as the dead man appears and quickly blabs Black Mask's bank passwords and what the plan had been- and While he's over joyed to have that closure, he turns around to Batman weeping in the arms of his parents.
The ghosts fade, and the emotions are certainly charged as this was never something Bruce or Tim would have ever dreamed of happening. Ghosts in Gotham. Talking, floating, granting closure.
"RR, Bats, come in." Oracle calls into their ears.
"Reporting in, but, uh, we need a minute."
"A minute? We have a case on 4th and-"
"O, we just saw the ghosts of the Waynes. It's going to be a minute."
"...Lots of Ghost reports lately then. Any chance you saw a kid looking like he could be adopted?"
"Yeah, actually, black hair and blue eyes. He was super polite before he ran away."
"We have work to do. Oracle, lets prioritize finding our person of interest and divert Nightwing and Robin to the case on 4th." Batman cut between them on the comms and he sounded... calmer than either of them anticipated.
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Jazz is no longer laughing when Batman appears at her door explaining that he's looking for Danny (Who already flew away from town to get a good night's sleep before class on Monday). Turns out Danny reunited the man with his dead parents just briefly- and then the second guy appears and mentions how Danny had also given a guy who'd been murdered by a Mob enough time to explain the ongoing threats the city faced.
Jazz just rolls her eyes and says that it's not like the ghosts are going anywhere anytime soon and Danny will visit in another month. When pressed, she just explains that her brother is a weirdo. No of course he doesn't have powers. Gaslight and Girlbosses her way out.
And Jazz thinks that the game is up for at least another month, obviously when Danny visits more shit will stir up, but then this new guy appears.
Unlike the other Bats who are keen on watching her from a distance, the Red Hood knocks on her door. Are her eyebrows all the way into her hairline when Red Hood asks her to send his thanks along to Danny because somehow this whole situation led to his Dad expressing remorse for his actions and apologizing? Yes, yes they are.
But Jazz can smell Dissertation Data off of these vigilantes- Who is she to send them away? Jazz welcomes Red Hood into her place for a cup of tea and a small chat.
The story then devolves into Jazz getting shit done, Danny being cute by proximity and also bringing ghosts to the party, and the Bats having trauma resolve between them.
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