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de-santablogs-007 · 7 months
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thebibliosphere · 2 years
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"But you're so successful without it."
Content warning: This post contains mentions of suicidal ideation.
I got a message earlier tonight that I'm not going to post, but I did ask the person involved if I could talk about what we subsequently ended up talking about in DMs because I feel it's important.
Basically, it was along the lines of "My kid got diagnosed with ADHD and really wants to try meds. I know from reading your blog that correct treatment for ADHD can be really beneficial, but I just don't think she's severe enough to need them."
The message then went on to ask me, as someone who is unmedicated with ADHD, for some tricks and tips on how to be successful without medication because clearly, look how well I'm doing without them. I mean, look at my blog, look at my book(s)! Surely if I can do all that without ADHD meds, other people can too. Surely there's a trick. A skill. Something you can learn if you just try hard enough...
This is not the first time I have received a message like this. In fact, I probably get about 2-5 messages like this a week.
Usually from other people who also have ADHD/suspect ADHD but don't want medication because they don't think they need it/don't want to need it, and yet can't figure out why they're struggling so much, and ask me how do I do the thing(s) and cope so well and get so much done, etc., etc.
So I'm going to tell you what I told this person tonight in case it helps someone. Yes, I have ADHD. No, I am not medicated due to severe health complications, and yes, I get a lot done. From the outside, I am sure it looks incredibly productive and successful. But I'm going to let you in on what that success feels like.
It feels like dying.
It feels like my brain is on fire; every nerve in my body scraped raw; every part of me wired and exposed to the noise of the world. There is no quiet; there is no calm. And even when my brain does fall silent, it's another kind of death. The inside of my head is sludge, flowing uphill like treacle, weighing me down, pulling me under in the riptide of my inability to focus. I can see what needs to be done, I can see it so clearly, yet sometimes it's like I don't control my own body. Not enough dopamine. Not enough brain chemicals for the message I'm screaming in my head to make my limbs do the simplest of tasks. Like, feed myself. Take a shower. Answer that email. Text my friends back. Go to bed when I'm tired. Write a best-selling novel...
A novel that almost killed me and not because of my other ailments, but because of my unmedicated ADHD.
I didn't realize it at the time, but I was already operating at critical mass when I went into final rewrites/edits. Every coping mechanism I had fell apart. Like training wheels falling off a tricycle, leaving me to wobble unsteadily until the main wheels fell off, swiftly followed by the handlebars until all that was left was me peddling frantically trying to keep my balance and not getting anywhere. I didn't realize it then, but I was heading towards a complete mental collapse. And even when I dragged myself across the finish line with the above and beyond help provided by my friends and editors, I was so burned out I couldn't enjoy my success. Worse, my success made me suicidal.
It took me until very recently, almost two years later, to be able to read Phangs without feeling suicidal. My brain associated it with the trauma of experiencing complete ADHD burnout but having to complete a monumental task anyway.
I had to go into intensive therapy to recover. I am still in intensive therapy for it.
It took me even longer after that to be able to sit down and write without harming myself. I still struggle with it, and I tell you this in all honest sincerity in the hope it makes you realize what it costs me to be "successful" and unmedicated.
And this wasn't the first time I've had to deal with this, either.
I struggled all through high school, all through college, all through every career job I ever had, knowing there was something wrong, but not quite being able to put my finger on it because hey, I still got stuff done, so it couldn't be that bad, right? Surely everyone went through life feeling this way? Right?
...right?
It wasn't until I got my ADHD diagnosis as an adult that I realized what was happening. Why I struggled so much. Why life was so hard. In many ways, it was like the sun coming up. An internal dawning of realization and acceptance, but also rage.
So much rage.
Rage at how much I'd had to struggle because no one noticed because I was quiet and undisruptive. Rage at a system that forced me to learn in ways that were not intuitive to my brain. To always being told, "doesn't apply herself" while it felt like I was clawing my brain apart trying to do what people wanted from me. To a work-life balance, that rewards all the things that make ADHD actively worse. Rage. So much rage it hurts. And to top it all off, I can't be medicated for it. I finally know what's different, I finally know why my world feels raw and turned inside out, and I can't take any of the medications that might help me.
Do you know how angry I wake up every day that there is a possible solution just within my grasp, but my health conditions prevent me from trying them? Do you know how much it hurts? How much I grieve for the person I could be if I was able to have help beyond therapy and coaching? How much happier I could be...
Not productive. Not successful. Happy.
So ask yourself, what do you want more? A child who has to go through all of this and resents you for prolonging their suffering? Who winds up hating themselves by internalizing the false concept that if they just try hard enough, they can do whatever they set their mind to.
Or do you want to help them?
Or if this is you, why are you afraid to help yourself?
Please, don't use me as an example to harm yourself or others. Yes, I am successful without medication. But the toll is high. Too high.
Rid yourself of the idea that you need to suffer more to be allowed help. You don't. They don't. No one does.
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urlocalwhumper · 6 months
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a soldier making their rounds after a big battle comes across a wounded, but alive, enemy soldier in the wreckage.
seemingly abandoned by their comrades, the weak and feverish enemy soldier can only look up at them with pleading eyes, silently begging for help.
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cultivating-saplings · 9 months
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oh earthen peak, we're really in it now
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gilbirda · 4 months
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#gil#are you Aus or just rlly into auspolitics#either way is good#but you need to be careful before the Americans see this @miki-meh
I'm not Australian or even close to Australia, but I think the batshit auspol are so fucking funny and I feel some kind of kinship since Spanish politics are as insane
Consider: We have Royalty in Spain and things do get silly real quick
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moe-broey · 24 days
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Oh, poor thang!
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forestofsprites · 3 months
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i think potentially the funniest thing i'll be doing with this degree is going and living in the woods about it
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funstyle · 8 months
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there is no real distinction between "girl dinner" and a single dad's "grocery shopping"
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We are heading into 2023 not 2016, but I encourage you all to join me in embracing my inner Meghan, and no matter what goals and resolutions you have for the year ahead, to make sure to live room for magic! ✨
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maddestmewmew · 1 year
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"folkpunk is so #goblincore #trashcore its all grimy grody men with slimy guitars" cool. actually i think this genre mostly populated by poor, poc, and/or queer people shouldnt be associated with. grossness. actually.
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de-santablogs-007 · 7 months
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I think transference has the potential to do some Fucky Shit to one's relationship to their own body
The ability to leave your body behind and join a consciousness in another one. The knowledge that even when not in your own body, you are still you. Combined with the healing/on-demand intangibility/possible immortality that the Void grants
My thoughts on this yeeted Speficially towards North and boy are they indeed weird about it
They don't consider their body as intrinsically theirs as they maybe should. There is a disconnect there
It's not possible to sleep with transference active, but it is possible to Rest, the same way you can lie down and close your eyes without actually sleeping. It requires a lot of trust and a comfortable environment and just a whole lot of Knowing The Other Person so you don't jump to awareness at every lil thing, but it is v possible and North does it frequently bc it's Cosy. But if sleeping during transference Was possible, they Would do it frequently, bc it's comfortable to leave their body behind, retreat from the senses of Higgins', and just rest
If they're in enough pain that they cannot just soldier through it (which is A Lot Of Pain), then there's transference for that too, taking the pain down from mind-numbing to a mild, disconnected discomfort. It's not a Good idea, their body heals slower when they aren't properly inhabiting it, but it's a disconnect and an escape
It overall makes it hard to see their body as Really Theirs and not just. a vehicle they're inhabiting. Something not quite disposable but maybe not entirely vital either. It's not like they can Die it seems like, so what's there to worry about?
And Yes this results in North being horrible at self-care. Y'know, in case the general depression, timeloop trauma, and autism weren't enough
There is also dissonance in that Higgins Does Not Agree, which makes North uncomfortable and Higgins' opinion is "deal with it you bastard"
If Higgins is looking at North's body while North isn't in it, North will usually withdraw from visual input/do the transference equivalent of looking away bc it Feels Weird. And Higgins treats North's body the same whether they're in it or not, e.g. if North falls asleep on his shoulder and so he decides to carry them to somewhere nicer to sleep, that's done with the exact same care as when North uses transference and leaves their body somewhere uncomfortable. They just don't know what to do about their body, which to them is not that much Part Of Them and is instead Somewhat Disposable and Inconvenient, being treated with the same care and respect and affection that their mind is
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i hate knowing exactly what i need to do but being unable to do it :(
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littlebirdy0301 · 6 months
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it’s so weird when mental health is ur priority cause people around me will be like “yeah this last year I graduated & got an internship in my field!” or “I got a good job with benefits & moved out!” or “I’m getting married & we’re planning our next steps into family life!”
and I’m like “oh wow that’s great!! oh, what about me? Well nowadays I can leave the bathroom without needing to rush out before the flushing sound ends & I can turn lights off before fully exiting rooms! I also don’t have to apologize to god in my head when I swear, don’t have to repeat a phrase in my head when I get scared, and most of the time I don’t have to knock on wood to try & prevent things from going wrong!!”
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july-19th-club · 1 year
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i've been blocked by this person so they will likely never see this, but in cause they're still looking - i sent you a real apology, that i meant, privately, after i'd had time to make sure i was able to approach it in an adult manner, and you responded by refusing to accept that my apology could be genuine. i don't know if it was my phrasing (i will apologize, and genuinely, for mistakes that i make, or posting things that wind up being cruel or unfair, but i will not participate in the 'grovel or you aren't really remorseful' culture that exists on sites like these. i am sorry that i shared something that hurt you. if i could have had a longer conversation with you, i would. my apology was real, and that is why it was not performative). BUT. because i can now no longer message you, i've decided if i have any chance of reaching out to you i will have to do it in public. if you do wind up reading this, i realize that you likely still will not believe me, or accept my sincerity. that's the nature of online interactions, i guess - we don't really ever know each other well enough to accept good faith from one another when we're mad.
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uniquely-annabella · 2 years
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Today remember this; even in the times you may feel alone,
I promise you ; you aren’t.
We are all in this together.
You are worthy, loved, appreciated & on this earth for a purpose 🤍
Never forget this.
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