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dromaeocore · 9 months

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Good news! There are plenty! Most of which have been in practice for years and have been shown to work! And these are just some of the alternatives!

#my art #mental health #mental health reform #psych reform #psychiatry critical #healthcare #healthcare reform #anti psychiatry #psychiatry #psychology #mental illness #psych critical

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moonlit-positivity · 4 months

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If you've been raised your whole life being abused and tortured and told that you're the problem, how the hell are you supposed to know that you're not? That those people abusing you are the problem and that it has nothing to do with you at all? How the hell are you supposed to know that things need to change if you never see any different and you're never encouraged to get out because something better actually really does exist out there?? That shit seems like a myth to us. We can be so stuck in this perpetual darkness simply because the environment we live in is hell bent on keeping us blind. Yeah okay eventually we find out about boundaries and are finally given a proper vocabulary to define toxic relationships, but is it really necessary for us to have suffered irrevocable damage & trauma before we find that shit out?? It's wild to me how far behind we are as a society that people still see mental health as useless and an excuse to throw therapy in your face as some form of moral punishment. Why are we still living in the dark ages with this shit.

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after-muse-delight · 2 years

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MARI'S LIFE

—"A man/child's journey with, and recovery from, chronic mental illness."

*Mari's personal proclaimer: The word "God" can mean anything you "believe" in. Don't let this word and my personal beliefs stop you from your recovery; find a "GOD" and move forward; simply put, JUST BELIEVE.

The first time I actually "heard" God's voice was shockingly frightful. I was 8 years old.

At night, lying in bed, listening to music quietly while my family slept, I would quietly lie there and allow my mind to race until I finally accepted sleep into my body. This exercise began like this, listening to music, allowing my already racing thoughts to flow rapidly in and out of my brain, racing, at times screaming for release; I had to be crazy, right?

I was raised Catholic. I never quite understood church at all. We never had a bible in our home growing up, which looking back, seemed a bit odd to me, even as a child. Religious confusion, or religious shock, aftershock, and the residuals that fester in our soul until we can find release from the "Religious" thought process, that "bondage" that many of us have experienced in our spiritual upbringing. Whew!

So, with all of the madness racing through my mind and no one to turn to, I called on God. I don't recall an exact date, or what he said the first time I heard Him, but I was a frighteningly excited, and confused child.

More on this later folks, small bits at a time, similar to a therapy session was the only way Mari was able to have me help him to get his story out there. Please stay tuned and read past blogs to hear more of his amazingly arduous journey, and the journey is still very much alive in Mari, today.

#maris life #mentalheathawareness #mental health movement #mental health reform #ptsd #bipolar illness #schizoaffective #am i bipolar?#god #religion #beliefs #letting go #present #in the moment #peace #namaste #serenity

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rowaelin-is-endgame · 2 years

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How many more kids must die before our politicians decide that something has to be done? How many more? How many more thoughts and prayers are you going to send us before you actually decide their lives matter?

We were promised no more after Sandy Hook. I can personally testify that I have never lived in a world where school shootings weren't just expected, but aren't even rare to be news every time they occur. When is enough enough? When will politicians actually grow some spines and maybe a heart to go with it?

#Uvalde Shooting #march for our lives #enough is enough #gun reform #mental health reform

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ivygorgon · 21 days

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AN OPEN LETTER to THE PRESIDENT & U.S. CONGRESS; STATE GOVERNORS & LEGISLATURES

Say NO to Loony-Bins: Immediate Action Required for Inpatient Psychiatric Care

2 so far! Help us get to 5 signers!

The current model of inpatient psychiatric care, which primarily focuses on safety and crisis stabilization, falls short in promoting sustained recovery. The prevalent emphasis on ultrashort lengths of stay often overlooks the need for comprehensive treatment plans.

A proposed model of care advocates for rapid diagnosis, goal-setting, and treatment modalities before initiating treatment, organized into three distinct phases: assessment, implementation, and resolution. This approach emphasizes individualized treatment and active patient involvement in treatment planning, addressing critical psychosocial aspects that are frequently neglected.

As we strive to reform the mental health care system, it's imperative to prioritize effective, recovery-oriented treatment strategies. This includes ensuring patient comfort and preferences are accommodated within reason. Considering patient preferences, like comfort items (such as safe stuffed animals; Share-Bears, if you will) and rescue medications (like melatonin,) is essential to upholding rigorous standards of care and safety.

Let's advocate for reforms that enhance patient-centered practices while adhering to established treatment guidelines and advancing recovery-oriented care.

Say no to “loony-bins;” those archaic relics that should be relegated to the distant past.

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💘 Q'u lach' shughu deshni da. 🏹 "What I say is true" in Dena'ina Qenaga

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as-rethinking-norms · 2 months

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The Silent Suffering of Our Time: A Stark Look at Mental Health Stigma

In an age where the world openly battles with a plethora of crises, one particularly nefarious struggle simmers beneath the surface, eluding the widespread attention it so desperately requires. It’s the silent suffering endured by countless individuals grappling with severe mental illness, trauma, PTSD, and an array of psychological afflictions. It’s ironic, really. We inhabit a society that…

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#bureaucratic nightmare #criminal record #emergency mental health care #mental health reform #Mental Health Stigma #mental institutions #modern psychology #psychological maladies #PTSD #rights revocation #societal perceptions #societal punishment #systemic failure #trauma

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rattusn0rvegicus · 1 year

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Sometimes, when talking about the current psychiatric system, we get lost in anger and don’t look towards alternatives and what a better tomorrow might look like. Here’s some cool mental health/psychiatry reform things that I think are neat (Somewhat US centric bc that’s where I live). Lots of them focus on psychosis, because I think psychosis is a sorely ignored subject in mental health activism.

US Peer Respite Directory - A list of voluntary, community-based, non-clinical crisis support group-home like environments that are staffed by people with lived experience of mental illness and/or lived experiences in the psychiatric system.

Students With Psychosis - A nonprofit that empowers students with psychosis through virtual programming, support groups, etc. They’re run by the amazing Cecilia McGough, an advocate with schizophrenia.

Hearing Voices Network - A network of support groups for people who hear voices, see visions, and have other extreme experiences. Focused on supporting individuals without judgement and giving them a place to explore their experiences and grow from them.

Open Dialogue - An psychosocial approach to psychiatric services that focuses on treating clients with respect, shared decision-making, dialogue between client, providers, and family (if the client wants family involved), and more minimal use of medication.

CommonGround software - A software developed by Dr. Pat Deegan that allows clients to communicate their needs to their providers more efficiently to support shared-decision making. Dr. Deegan has a lived experience of being diagnosed with schizophrenia and believes in personal medicine and med empowerment.

Project LETS - A radical approach to peer support and healing that has a disability justice centered approach, giving people with lived experience a voice and focusing on mutual aid. They provide peer mental health advocates, self-harm prevention, and more.

Integrative Psychiatry - A holistic form of psychiatry that focuses on nutrition, exercise, therapy, and psychosocial factors, where medication is just an aspect of treatment. US database of integrative psychiatrists here.

Soteria Houses - Community homes with peer support that provide residents with personal power, responsibilities, and “being with” residents, that focus on a humane and person-centered approach.

Relating to Voices Using Compassion Focused Therapy - A self-help book by Drs. Eleanor Longden and Charlie Heriot Maitland about managing distressing voices and building a respectful, cooperative relationship with them. Views voices as potential allies in emotional problem-solving rather than enemies.

Clubhouse International - A non-profit organization that gives people with mental illness opportunities for friendship, employment, housing, educational, and medical services all in one place. It was founded by a group of friends who survived a psychiatric hospital together.

Psychosis Research Unit - A group of psychology researchers who are doing research on and developing psychotherapeutic techniques for coping with and managing psychosis, such as CBT for psychosis and Talking with Voices therapy.

#mental health #psychiatry critical #psychiatry reform #anti psychiatry #psych critical #psychosis #psych reform #mental illness #uhhhhhh idk what else to tag this with so people see it #social justice #neurodiversity #idk

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facts-no-capitalism · 2 years

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So many of the things that we consider mental illnesses are just normal reactions to living in such a horrifyingly toxic capitalistic society.

There's no way to self-care yourself out of a depression that stems from the existential dread of realizing that all of the suffering that we face as human beings is manufactured for profit.

We have all of this technology, all these resources, and yet we still have poverty, we still have starvation, we still contend with wars on a daily basis, we still contend with climate-related disasters on a daily basis.

All of that is for somebody else's benefit. All of that is a result of selfishness.

And if your heart isn't able to carry the weight of that truth ... then you have a mental illness.

#late capitalism #mental health #mental illness #mentally ill #mentalhealth #depresion #depressiion #depression tw #late stage capitalism #anticapitalism #anti capitalist #capitalism #work reform #anti work #antiwork #capitalist hell #deppresion #deppressed #tw depression

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aplaceinthedark · 4 months

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SUNK my TEETH in

a GRIM tale

(Nick Folio)

Word count: 2.1k+

Warnings: supernatural themes, blood, religious trauma, mentions of reform camp torture, religious sacrifice, major character death, wolves, rapid mental decline, serial murder

They had to tie Nick to a tree, he'd resisted them so much.

He'd been tied up since the moment the Counselors dragged him out of his bed. He'd thrashed against them so bad, and he even bit someone's hand deep enough to taste blood. He'd heard one of them shout for a sedative, but apparently the only ones available were the swallowable kind, and no one was brave enough to go near his mouth again. So restraints were the only way to go.

Nick hadn't always been this way. Normally, he was a pretty chill kid. His favorite pastime was to fish in the rivers near his Maryland home. He hadn't been the easiest to anger, but when he did…

There was a reason why his friends called him an Animal.

In high school, he had gotten in one too many fights at school, got caught one too many times smoking weed, when his parents decided that enough was enough. “An intervention from God is what you need,” his dad said. When summer vacation started, suddenly he was being shipped off to the middle of nowhere in Virginia to some reform church camp or something like that.

There was no way these people worshiped the God he knew.

When Nick first got there, he acted out a lot. No amount of chores the counselors gave him or punishments like solitary confinement would get him to stop revolting against “God”, and his parents for sending him here. Sometimes the counselors would even force him to stand for several hours without food or water until he passed out from exhaustion.

These “treatments” did nothing to help his nonexistent problem. If anything, it made him worse. So one summer day, when everyone was nice to him, he got suspicious. And he was right to feel that way.

They dragged Nick through the forest. He was practically hog-tied to keep him from flailing or moving too much. They were also being quiet, so he couldn't tell where they were taking him, or what their plan for him was this time. All he knew was that he wouldn't like it.

And boy, was he right.

They tied him up to this big oak tree. When they undid his bindings, he tried to make a break for it, but three people were there to pin him back down and then to the tree. Then the camp director, who he'd only seen once in the few weeks that Nick had been there, started chanting in front of all the counselors and a bonfire, and then he pulled out a large, wicked knife.

And that was the moment when Nick Folio knew he was going to die.

He definitely didn't do it quietly. He thrashed against his bonds, screaming and cursing up a storm so loud he was sure someone from the nearby town would hear. But it was no use, as the camp “director” came closer and closer, talking about something with “Many Names” and a “Watcher”, and then he plunged the knife into Nick's stomach.

The people in movies made getting stabbed look like it was painful. It wasn't. Sure, for the first few seconds of entry it hurt, but after that, the only thing he could feel was his blood pouring out of the wound when the “director” pulled the knife out. After a few minutes, he couldn't feel his body to make it fight anymore.

Nick barely had the energy to look up and out into the crowd, who was too distracted with their weird ritual to notice movement behind them. But he saw it, despite the darkness creeping in on his vision.

He caught a small glance of a few horrified faces staring at him from above some bushes, before they disappeared. Hopefully off to report whatever the hell was happening right now. Even though he knew he wouldn't be alive by the time they got here.

He couldn't breathe, and as his vision continuously got darker and darker, he swore he saw a low red light pulsing in the grove around him. But he wasn't conscious long enough after that to tell what it was.

And that was how the young human, Nick Folio, died.

Nick didn't remember much of the In-between; the moment he came back to life, and then the moment his bonds to the Watcher of the Woods was completely cut free. There was a whirlwind of black and white as it felt like something pulled him along on puppet strings. Then, one night, it felt like all but one string was cut, and the next thing Nick knew was four paws hitting the ground.

He certainly didn't feel free. That one string was still pretty strong, feeding him horrible thoughts. He pretty quickly forgot that he was once human. The only thing in his head that he knew was the beast's instincts.

That, and the low voice saying only one word.

CONSUME.

It was always that one voice, that one word, over and over again. He let that voice dictate whatever he did until he didn't know anything but that one word: CONSUME.

It wasn't until one night five years later that Nick felt again, until everything came back in startling clarity. He fell forward, bare hands scraping across the ground as he tumbled. And just like that, the last string was cut.

And Nick was free to consider the consequences of what he had done.

He wasn't adjusting to being in human form again. He was filthy; old, dried blood coated his arms up to his elbows. He could feel that it covered his face. No matter how many times he dove under the river and wiped at his skin, he couldn't wash the feeling away. He had killed. He had killed a lot.

But just before the inevitability crashed over his head and he thought about throwing himself down the river, another voice cut through the panic. This one was different, though; not inside his head.

“Careful, the waters around here can be deadly, vännen.”

Nick looked up from the water at the form of another man. He was naked as well, the only thing on him being an acoustic guitar. He was absolutely drenched, like he’d been living in the rapid waters they stood in.

“W-why are you naked in the middle of a river?” Nick asked. For some reason that was the only question that came to mind.

“Why are you naked in the middle of a river?” the man asked, arching an eyebrow.

For some reason, what the man said was the funniest thing Nick had ever heard, and the next thing he knew was that he was doubled over, face nearly submerged, and he was howling with laughter. If the other guy thought he was insane, he didn't care. It was the absurdity of the situation that brought him out of his rapid mental decline.

He learned that the man's name was Joakim, but that was hard for him to remember and pronounce, so he just called him Jolly. Jolly, too, barely had any recollection of the past, just that one minute he was being held underwater by some people he thought were fellow worshipers, and then he was sitting in the middle of this river.

Their friendship wasn't completely instantaneous. Nick got the sense that he could be annoying sometimes. There was one time when he was floating on his back in the river, Jolly playing guitar as he always did, and he suddenly got the urge to howl along with the music and singing. When he had looked up, Jolly was glaring at him with glowing yellow eyes, and suddenly he was being rushed down stream. He didn't see Jolly for a week after that.

Nick really didn't have a feel for the time passing. To him, it was just temperatures changing. When it got stifling hot again, meaning it had been a year since he was free of whatever’s control, and he was trying to cool down in Jolly’s river, he heard a voice in his head again.

He froze, feeling fear again. Except this voice was immensely different from the evil one. It was softer, more frantic; almost human. It also only said one word:

HELP.

One look at Jolly, and Nick knew that he could hear it too. The two took off in the direction the voice pulled them to, unaware that their lives would change again.

It hadn't been a reform camp. Nick had known that really, but to hear it being said lifted a burden off his shoulders that he never realized he had. It had been a cult the whole time. A cult that killed innocent people and disposed of them when they were no longer of use, leaving them to suffer the curse of this forest and to rise up as haints. A cult that should've disbanded a year ago, when their god was killed by The Voice. But tonight, they were attempting to resummon their god. And Nick couldn't let that happen.

The New Voice, calling himself Noah Sebastian, had summoned him and Jolly to the grove where they had originally been killed. With some help from a third guy, a human named Nicholas, they formed a group that vowed then and there that nothing else would become of this cult ever again.

He was there when it had begun, and he would be there to watch it end.

A year ago, Nick might've felt bad about killing more people. But now, as he tore through the people who had tortured him for weeks, he didn't care. He felt the thrill of the hunt as he chased down those who had brought him to this state in the first place.

It wasn't as easy as it probably was back when he was under the control of the Black Stag; when he didn't have a conscience. Just eat eat eat non-stop. That's how he was justifying the killing now. He was hungry, and these were bad people.

He was hoping to find the cult leader, the one who had stabbed him. He must've ran off, never to return again, because he wasn't there in the woods that night when they slaughtered the dregs of the cult. He had hoped that he could have sunk his teeth into the leader, somewhere that would’ve led to a slow death so he could take his time with him.

Nick was almost like a machine, despite the fur and sinew that shielded him. He almost felt like he was having an out-of-body experience. Slash, bite, rip. Slash, bite, rip.

Slash.

Bite.

Rip.

Until every single monster that hurt him and everyone else around him was dead.

He wasn't the real monster.

But he could become one if they wanted him to.

And from then on, Nick Folio became known as the Grim, the Animal of the Shenandoah Valley.

Something felt wrong with the Woods.

Nick Folio sniffs at the air for what felt like the tenth time since the sun set, still not sensing what exactly was off. He sighs, his breath faintly visible in the Grove's chill. Even in the dog days of summer, this place was always dark and chilly.

Not even Noah knew exactly why this area was so different from the rest of the Valley's Woods. Maybe it was the trees growing so close together? The four of them; him, Jolly, Nicholas and Noah, had all agreed that it was something darker tainting this place. They just hadn’t bothered to seek out the reason why.

And honestly, why would he care? He was free. He could run as fast as a motorcycle if he pushed himself hard enough. Over the past few years, the pain of transforming back and forth had dulled to that of background noise. The slight twinges as his muscles stretched and his bones elongated. The prickle of fur sprouting all over his body. It all went away when his blood got pumping; the adrenaline kicking in.

And this feeling? This itch he just couldn't scratch? This was something new. Which meant something exciting. Something he could sink his teeth into. And that was fine for now. Fine until the next new itch overtook him.

Nick sheds his clothes, memorizing the spot where he throws them. He looks up at the sky, noting the placement of the waning crescent (a term that he hadn't wanted to know about, but did now thanks to Nicholas), and lets the shift take over. He kicks off, sending foliage and dirt everywhere. He lets the mysterious sense take over, pulling him to where he needs to go.

This was how he wanted to live forever: wild and free.

It was time to hunt.

#bad omens fanfiction #bad omens rpf #bad omens au #nick folio fanfiction #series: lost in the labyrinth #paranormal au #horror au #fic: Tales from the Grove of Secrets #cw: religious trauma #cw: religious sacrifice #cw: supernatural themes #cw: reform camp #cw: death #cw: wolves #cw: blood #cw: mental health problems

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dromaeocore · 10 months

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Speaking of peer respite (again), there are none in Minnesota, (despite them already existing in many Midwest states) meaning MN residents in crisis have no choice but to go to the psychiatric hospital, which is incredibly expensive and can be traumatizing and isolating.

(Peer respites are homelike, entirely voluntary environments for people in crisis, staffed by individuals with lived experience, and are usually free for their clients. You can come and go as you please, and are not isolated from the community like you are in psychiatric hospitals.)

HF2301 tried to ameliorate this problem by seeking funding for two peer respites, though it seems it was never picked up after 2019.

You can find the emails of the members of the Minnesota State Advisory Council of Mental Health here. I sent 'em an email already, as someone who is considering a move to MN who has multiple friends and loved ones in the state who could benefit from this service.

I think it's better if you write your own thing, but you want a template/example, here's basically what I said:

Hello, I am a(n) [MN resident/individual with loved ones in MN/concerned citizen/whatever you wanna put about yourself here]. As members of the State Advisory Council on Mental Health, I would love for you to revisit the idea of funding (a) peer-run respite house(s) in MN, as outlined in 2019's HF 2301. Peer-run respites are a homelike, cost-effective alternative to inpatient hospitalization for folks experiencing a behavioral health crisis, staffed by peers with lived experience. They are successfully run in at least 14 states and counting, and are a rising trend in the US. On average, they resulted in $2,138 lower Medicaid expenditures per month and 2.9 fewer hospitalizations for individual respite clients. (source) [feel free to put more data here if you know of any, there's a ton] There are currently zero peer-run respites in the state of Minnesota, despite the strong evidence base for peer support. I know many people who would benefit from such a service, especially individuals who do not qualify for inpatient hospitalization or would prefer a less clinical environment. [Thank you for considering/I hope you will consider this/etc] [Name]

#peer respite #peer run respite #mental health #mental health reform #psychiatric reform #minnesota #midwest #psychology #mental illness #antipsychiatry #anti psychiatry #psych reform #crisis respite center #psych ward #psych hospital

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moonlit-positivity · 4 months

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I hate the phrase ""victim mentality"" like there is nothing wrong with being a victim there is nothing wrong with falling into deep despair because someone fucking ruined you inside and out and like yeah we def need to draw the line between what other people can do to help someone stuck in their head all the time but at the same time like come on man inducing shame and forcing people to bear more guilt only fosters deeper resentment for the lack of actual community and connection in society. Fucking hate this shit with a passion. Like yeah man you're actually so valid to be a fucking victim, you are literally a victim????? Wow it's almost like you were almost fucking killed or something. Absolutely wild. How dare. Almost like we need to make readily available sources for recognizing trauma and depression in ourselves and others around us and make these conversations more mainstream in society to help people better recognize and understand what the fuck they're going through earlier and stop paywalling this shit behind an arduous process of wait-lists and shitty therapists and psychiatrists who thump the DSM around like they don't even know what the fuck they're doing.

But, yanno. """"Victim mentality""""

#ptsd #recovery #trauma #mental health #healing #relationships #boundaries #victim mentality #discourse #healing thoughts #society #empathy #compassion #self esteem #self improvement #mental health discussion #trauma informed #mental health reform #antipsych

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randomreasonstolive · 10 months

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Reason to Live #9323

Reforming my dreams after a period of personal growth. – Guest Submission

(Please don't add negative comments to these posts.)

#sad #help #hope #reason to live #depressed #depression #empty #alone #mental illness #anxiety #trauma #guest submission #mental health #reforming #dreams #dream #goals #personal growth #growth

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jesseleelazyblog · 7 months

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Texas is going through with an unethical execution

which is pretty par for the course for the US as a whole but i digress.

On October 10, Texas is set to execute Jedidiah Murphy, and man whose trial was marked by the use of warped evidence. He also had DID, PTSD, and depression, which don't excuse his actions but it is supposedly unconstitutional to execute severely mentally ill prisoners. Murphy is remorsefully for his actions and has been a model prisoner.

You can read more about the details of his case and exactly why this execution is so flawed in the links below, but CW for discussions of child abuse, violence, drug use, and CSA.

Here are the petitions to stop his execution:

And if you live in texas you can contact the governor's office and the pardon and parole board with this fill in form

https://catholicsmobilizing.org/action/2023-09/stop-execution-jedidiah-murphy

or using this information from the Texas Colition to Abolish the Death Penalty: