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Thomas J. Scheff - Being Mentally Ill: a sociological theory - Aldine - 1966 (design by David Miller)
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ares-in-heart · 4 months
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cozypups · 4 days
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don't mind me, just listening to a brainrotting playlist of overstimulation breakcore beats because my brain has a need :)
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angelkittycore · 4 months
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..so anyway jaguar is transphobic Xd okay.
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i don't and have never used she pronouns and its incredibly fucking weird that you are using she/her for me if you didn't "know" what my pronouns were when they/them is right there. nah this is intentional misgendering.
also i didn't bully anybody, let alone you. literally JUST said that you saying that you are ashamed to have the same mental illnesses as your abusers after being prof dx'd with them because they're the reason they abused you was fucking ableist, because again: IT IS
get a FUCKING GRIP
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citruzombi · 1 year
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its painful knowing i could do something with my life but im sitting here on the couch letting depression consume me because im too tired to do anything else
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mussmussbeidir · 11 months
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Losing Yourself
The worst thing about this whole shitty time was losing myself. And I don't mean what you say to yourself when something is sad and you want to be poetic, no I really mean the loss of your beautiful personality. And it's not that when you're mentally ill your personality isn't beautiful. It's just been buried and spilled.
And I imagine how this personality, this I shines under rubble and ashes, stretching out its rays like feelers for life, like a sun behind grey clouds. And that is what hurts so bad, because you realize that it is the illness that has buried you. It is not a part of you, never forget that, never. It buries you, leaves no room for your soul to shine. But it will never be a part of you.
And there’s that moment when you think that this darkness has swallowed you up. That you will never find yourself again. That all the sadness, anger and fear has eaten you alive.
And then you sit there and feel the infinite pain of loss. And you know you’ve lost yourself.
And eventually you get up and take them in your hands. One by one and you search and search and search. And your hands are bleeding and it hurts. It's getting brighter, it's shining. And under all the rubble, little rays of light fall on your face.
And you know there is that old feeling again. Safety, familiarity, warmth.
And you bleed and scream but you know it was worth it.
And you hear yourself saying, „never give up on yourself“. Never give up.
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Local man feeling the big sad
Experts say "whats his fucking problem"
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ur-fav-malewifey · 7 months
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“UGHH! I hate talking about emotions a lot, because I'm never sure how to properly describe them, but here's how this happened...so, I was watching stuff on disturbing true crime cases n I guess I overworked myself, so I got really disturbed and a bit panicked, and now I'm extremely manic...and I'm not the good kinda manic, I have a lot of violent thoughts, and it makes me wanna rip myself apart, like- rip my head off and throw it at somebody, I'm so angry!!I hate thiss!!! Anyways, that's all for now, sorry for ranting. (written; 10/17/23)
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bixels · 19 days
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Wish regular folks on the internet would stop towing the line and continuing to act like furries are some weird, deviant thing nowadays. I’ll be watching Vinny Vinesauce and a hot male furry design will show up in a game and he’ll go ‘oh. Oh god. Oh god chat no. OH GODD WHY. EUGH CHAT STOP. (makes an inhuman noise) WHY ARE HIS TITS SO.’ Like, man, relax. His tits are so because it’s hot, get horny like the rest of us, next question.
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inkskinned · 7 months
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hey btw if you're in the USA at  2:20 p.m. ET on Wednesday, Oct. 4, they're testing the emergency broadcast system. your phone is probably going to make a really loud noise, even if it's on silent. there's a backup date on the 11th if they need to postpone it.
if you're not in a safe situation and have an extra phone, you should turn that phone completely off beforehand.
additionally, if you're like me, and are easily startled; i recommend treating it like a party. have a countdown or something. be surrounded by your loved ones. take the actions you personally need to take to make yourself safe.
i have already seen mockery towards any person who feels nervous about this. for the record, it completely, completely valid to have "emergency broadcast sounds" be an anxiety trigger. do not let other people make fun of you for that. emergency sounds are legitimately engineered to make us take action; those of us with high levels of anxiety and/or neurodivergence are already pre-disposed to have a Bad Time. sometimes it is best to acknowledge that the situation will be triggering for some, and to prepare for that; rather than just saying "well that's stupid, it's just a test."
"loud scary sound time" isn't like, my favorite thing, but we can at least try to prevent some additional anxiety by preparing for it. maybe get yourself a cake? noise cancelling headphones? the new hozier album? whatever helps. love u, hope you're okay. we are gonna ride it out together.
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they ask me: don't you want more from life? don't you expect more from yourself? And the answer is really simple: I did once. I did. I can't bring myself to anymore
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ares-in-heart · 4 months
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Hey shout out to the homies who learned how to cry quietly so that they wouldn’t alert anyone else in the house
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sjwmothman · 10 months
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welcome 2…….
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citruzombi · 1 year
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PROZAC JUST MAKES ME EXTRA SUICIDAL BRO HOW DOES IT WORK FOR PEOPLE </33
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mussmussbeidir · 7 months
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Ich bin leise und diese Welt zu laut.
Ich bin wenig und diese Welt zu viel.
Meine Haut ist transparent.
Mein Herz fragil und vernarbt.
Von all den Pfeilen die mich treffen.
Und sie nehmen es in ihre dreckigen Hände,
weil sie es lieben zu nehmen.
Aber es ist meins, es gehört nur mir.
Und ich wünschte mir so sehr ich hätte eine dicke Haut, die Grenzen verschließt.
Die mich leben lassen kann ohne zu verschwenden. Ohne wegrennen zu müssen.
Dass diese Narben heilen können.
Dass ich es nehmen kann, wenn ich es will.
Für mich.
Es ist meins.
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twiddling my thumbs nervously
yeah i haven't been working on stories. i've been burnt out, emotionally and physically. I feel bad about it but i've been so uninspired, there's just nothing i can think of right now. I'm sorry but it's just how it is right now.
i do want to work on things. but there's no inspiration, that's why i've been drawing a lot more. I know its not why you followed but i want to keep uploading stuff, even if its dumb crap.
I'm sorry.
I do wonder if taking on a few new requests would help but again they might just end up piled in the drafts with the rest. I'm at a loss.
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