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youneedsomeprompts · 1 month
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~ IN A VOID ~ FORESHADOWING DEPRESSION PROMPTS
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requested by: @crochet-cafe request: How can I foreshadow or hint that my character has severe depression? I want to make the reveal a big deal when it happens and catch readers off guard
Feel free to use and reblog!
having other characters associate the person's mood with their character traits ("they're always grumpy")
masking their depression really well but being absolutely drained and a lot worse as soon as they're alone
appearing as a 'neutral' person, when their neutral mood actually indicates the emptiness they feel inside
their growing passivity makes them fade into the background
the more excited other people get the more downcast the person becomes (they get perceived as a killjoy)
they don't accept invitations anymore
they always say they're busy but can't answer the question what exactly they're doing
they show no emotional reaction in a fight
everyone says about the person that they have such a hard shell
they usually have been very caring and sensitive to everyone around them but suddenly they seem like they couldn't care less
for more inspiration/how to help: ~ SHOWING SUPPORT FOR SOMEONE WITH DEPRESSION ~ WRITING PROMPTS
note: If you or someone you know feels that way and really needs help, please seek professional help <3
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astrangerlately · 2 years
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krakenartificer · 11 months
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Notes on therapist selection
(From someone who is getting a good grade in Having a Therapist, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve)
Some friends were discussing their work to find a therapist today, and I noticed some unspoken assumptions that can sometimes get in the way of finding someone who's a good fit for your recovery needs, especially around deciding what specializations to look for when no one covers the full range of your crazy. So a list of things to think about that -- as always -- may or may not be useful to anyone except me.
1) On overlapping specializations Anyone who specializes in ADHD or Autism will also have experience dealing with trauma, because every school system I've ever encountered has been traumatizing for NDs. They may or may not call it trauma in their own minds, but they know how to handle "a bad thing happened in my past and it's fucking up my present" problems.
Likewise, everyone who specializes in trauma has experience with anxiety. PTSD was, until 2013, classified as an anxiety disorder. DSM-V puts it in its own category for presumably good reasons, but everyone with PTSD has anxiety (or close enough that you can't specialize in trauma without knowing how to deal with anxiety).
That said ... 2) On picking your therapist based on vibes
Vibes are really more important than specialization. Specialization is important if, like, you have one (1) specific problem and you are looking for a solution for that problem. Like, if your life is fine except that you have ADHD and the executive dysfunction is causing you to be unable to write English essays, then you definitely want an ADHD specialist. But if your opening session is going to be
Therapist: So what brings you in? Me: Well! -straightens lapels- -pulls out easel- -pulls out prepared presentation notes- I have a list
Or
Therapist: So what brings you in? What changes are you looking to make? Me: This -gestures- Therapist: You just pointed to all of you Me: Yes.
then any generic psychologist is as good as any other. You got shit in your head and you gotta detangle it and it's all snarled together anyway, so it's a lot more important that you find someone who you're willing to be working with for years.
3) On finding "the one"
Odds are really really good that you're gonna have more than one therapist in your recovery arc. I did 2 years with one who specialized in psychological impacts on physical health, and it did so. much. for me, and I don't regret it for a moment, but also ... I reached a point where that wasn't the specialization I needed anymore, and also the shit in my head I needed to deal with was the kind of shit that (for trauma reasons) I couldn't talk about to someone in that therapist's demographic. So I left that practice, and found my current therapist.
My current therapist is great, and I'm really glad I'm working with him, but it's entirely possible that he's not going to be able to sort out this entire mess. We may reach a point where his specialties of relationships and adhd are not my bottlenecks any more, and he doesn't really have the tools he needs to handle what my next bottleneck is, and I'll go find someone else who can meet my needs at that time. This is normal and expected, and it's entirely fine to plan on it by (for example) deciding that you want a specialist in this thing right now, and you'll go find a specialist in this other thing later.
4) On Shopping
It's entirely reasonable to have more than one therapist this week. You are in no way expected or required to pick a single therapist based off of some profile pictures, a bio on the website, and a phone call, and then you're stuck with them forever. It is normal and understood that you will set up appointments with half a dozen therapists, and then pick two (or three) to do another session with, before settling into a single choice. Or don't! If you like two therapists for different reasons, and you'd rather work with them simultaneously instead of serially, then feel free to schedule with twice as many therapists, half as often. This ain't a wedding; you don't have to restrict yourself to only one.
Narrow down your choices as quickly as you want to based on your anxiety about not having a decision, based on your executive dysfunction and inability to track multiple things, based on how you feel about each one ... but don't narrow them down to one just because you think that's "the rules", somehow.
5) On Being Abrasive
If you know, upfront, what some of your dealbreakers are, just straight-up say that as you're scheduling the appointment or in the first session. My last therapist became a problem for me because she expressed empathy in a way that was too similar to the way my abuser used weaponized politeness to deny me boundaries; I couldn't talk to her about my violations because her demeanor was too similar to the person who violated me. So when I first talked to my current therapist, I told him, "I need someone who, if they think I'm full of shit, will say 'I think you're full of shit.'" He replied "One of my other clients calls me 'Deadpool'." I said, "Perfect. Let's give it a shot."
So if you really care that someone will let you schedule appointments online, or will never touch your wrist, or will treat your "disorder" as a neurodivergence to be accommodated rather than a problem to be solved, then say so. The sooner you both know that, the better: if you have particular needs, they need to know that now; and if they're not willing to meet your needs, YOU need to know that now.
(You will not, of course, always know your dealbreakers upfront. When I picked my first therapist, my primary problem was hip pain, and I didn't know it was PTSD. It was through her help that I realized that (a) I had trauma and (b) she was way too like my abuser for me to treat PTSD with her. This was not a failure. This was a massive success, because learning that was what allowed me to find someone who could help me (see point #3). It's fine if you don't know, right now, what you need -- that's part of why vibes are so important (see point #2). But whatever information you can give them, it is helpful to do so, and (despite what people in your past have implied) it is not rude, it is beneficial and desired.
6 - not advice, just a reminder
You are beautiful and brave and strong and I am so proud of you for fighting through all the shit -- both internal and external -- to get yourself help. No one ever talks about how hard it is to get to the point where you schedule that first meeting with that first therapist, and I want you to know that it is painful, it is challenging, and you're not lazy or stupid or whatever other lie your brain is telling you.
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mysimsloveaffair · 27 days
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Wade: I love you no matter what you say, okay?
Maia doesn’t look convinced nor does she look like she’s in a hurry to go on. So I do my best to encourage her.
Wade: I’m listening, Maia. What is this about?
Maia: It’s about what I told you before - my mental diagnosis.
Wade: Okay
Maia: And my mother.
I tense up but do my best to hide it.
Wade: Go on
Maia: My condition isn’t an isolated thing. My mother also suffered from mental illness.
I silently nod to coax her to continue. 
Maia: And I’ve always been terrified to pass it on, so to avoid that -  I told myself that I’d never have children. But then I met you, and - 
Maia stops talking because she’s afraid to say something. 
Wade: What happened to your mother, Maia?
Maia: She died - when I was little. She was in a mental institution and she died trying to self medicate. Her death was ruled an accident. But I never understood that – in my head, she chose to leave me.
Wade: I’m sorry, Maia.
Maia:  It terrifies me, Dub. *long pause* What if...?
Maia trails off, and I fill in for her.
Wade: You end up the same way?
Maia: *tearful nod*
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idiopathicsmile · 1 year
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telling an anecdote when you've got both ADHD and anxiety: sorry if i already told you this. and sorry if i already apologized for having told you this. and also sorry if i've also already apologized for apologizing for having told you this. oh and additionally sorry if i
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thatstudyblrontea · 1 year
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reblog if you, too, are subject to brief visitations of insanity
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noahsfault · 4 months
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Women want me bc I’m tortured by horrific visions
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vekovoysoldat-a · 6 months
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@stxrksarc sent : "Hey, pretty boy. You gonna let me be nice to you today?"
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HE PEEKS HIS HEAD OUT FROM THE DUVET FOR A MOMENT - it's the smell of melted cheese that piques his interest , even if Bucky hasn't had much of an appetite for the past twenty four hours. IS THIS THE WHOLE FIANCE THING? being able to read each other well enough to know how to gently coax them into doing something they need to do? Alpine is at Tony's ankles almost immediately, the smell of food enough that she's now interested too.
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"I never said you couldn't be nice , i said i didn't want to hear a pep talk from the ceiling ghost." Still , there's a hint of a smile ; BECAUSE HE KNOWS THAT AT THIS MOMENT IN TIME , he's a far way away from pretty. He needs a shower - his hair is pulled back in a messy bun because he can't face washing it , and he's been wearing the same clothes for two days but somehow...Tony knows how to make that better. He knows how to make him feel anything other than the raging war currently going on in his head.
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vekovoysoldat-moved · 10 months
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PSA. just a heads up , this is gonna be a difficult week for me so i may be quiet ooc wise , and ic wise ( altho sometimes i might be easier for me to write then talk ooc so if you see me on the dash writing / posting about bucky or tony , thats why ). just posting this preemptively bc i know my brain is already starting to feel a bit brr!
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youneedsomeprompts · 1 year
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~ SHOWING SUPPORT FOR SOMEONE WITH DEPRESSION ~ WRITING PROMPTS
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requested by: anonymous
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offering hugs
helping them with simple life tasks without judging
bringing them food they like
"I'm here for you."
trying to give them as much comfort as they can
telling them stories from the outside world to distract them
accepting that not every attempt to help actually does something for the other
just sitting in silence with them & being there
"Do you want to talk?" "No." "It's alright."
wrapping them up in a blanket
reading to them
talking them into going out into the green for recreation
being patient
not having expectations but being happy about every sign of recovery
making sure that they're staying hydrated enough
"I made this for you."
showing them they're happy to see them even if the other isn't in a great state ("I love you regardless")
gentle gestures of affection (brushing through their hair, caressing, etc.)
giving them soft smiles
holding them when they need to cry
note: I'm not a professional, and this is not a list of perfect ways to help a depressed person but a list of ways people would maybe try to help. If you or someone you know really needs help, please seek professional help <3
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runawaymun · 5 months
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Man I know it’s a lot to ask for when we only just started getting certain specific warnings on shows and films but I do wish there was some kind of warning for characters experiencing psychosis.
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Day Two: Favorite Interpretation
Death takes a while.
The body doesn't surrender easily. It labors and struggles through blood spilling from wounds in rivulets; through age and infection and mutation; through ischemic cell damage and faltering brain tissue and the insurmountable armory of death—the body endures, until it can't anymore.
The mind endures as well. Or it tries.
People are stubborn. Bullheaded. Stupidly convinced that eventually, they'll push past the wall and find themselves in some transcendent tomorrow. She's stubborn too, she supposes. Clinging to false hope of some grand, sweeping change that will give her the life she wants, some karmic reward for—what exactly? Doing what was asked of her? Not throwing her own family to the wolves? Does she really think she deserves some splendid future of music and passion for doing the bare minimum?
A stupid hope. She clings to it still.
Her dreams of ancient concert halls, reverberating with symphonic majesty, have not yet been snuffed out. Not for lack of trying. She throws herself into her work, tries to make housework her art, redirect her passions to something sensible. Nevertheless, her mind always wanders, caught up in fantasies of keys beneath her fingers, handwritten sheet music before her, and a gentle hand upon her shoulder. A voice in her ear saying “look, dear, at what we have created together”.
When she crawls into bed after a long night of hand-scraping dishes and frowning over bills, her brain betrays her, casting her in the role of a talented up-and-coming musician, respected and liked by her peers. Living in a modest but cozy apartment, composing by day and playing to hushed crowds by night. She imagines herself in a larger, nicer bed than this one, still replaying the sonata she played that night, safe in the arms of a kindred spirit.
She tries to kill these dreams, but deep down she wonders if they're not, in turn, killing her.
Death takes a while.
Morning comes. She rises. Cooks. Drives her siblings to school. Works. Picks up her siblings. Comes home. Cleans. Cooks. Helps with homework. Works through the family's finances after the others have gone to bed (they don't need to worry, they don't need to know). Sleeps.
Rises.
Cooks.
Cleans.
Sleeps.
Rises.
Cooks.
Cleans.
Sleeps.
Rises.
Cooks—
A theater hidden away from the world, decked in red and black and green. Secluded and splendid. A place no one knows. No one but you. You could stay there, for a while. For as long as you wish. Stay, and create, alone in this perfect refuge. Stay, and retreat from the endless procession of identical days. Stay. Stay. Stay.
“Scarlet?”
She pulls herself free from the fantasy. In her distraction, she’d minced the vegetables they were supposed to have for dinner into an inedible dust. The knife, clean and sharp, gleams in the flickering fluorescence of the kitchen.
She turns away from the counter and looks down at her sister. Rose’s brow is furrowed. She hugs herself and grimaces as she looks up at her de-facto (distant, foolish, absent-minded, poor-excuse-for-a) guardian.
“What’s the matter, Rose?”
“Is everything okay? You seem a little…” Rose gestures absently, fumbling for the right word. “…Troubled.”
She considers, for a single insane moment, telling her the truth.
No, Rose, everything isn’t okay. Your siblings are acting out, I'm having to choose between rent and Ruby's medicine, and your grandmother is probably dying. Everything’s falling apart and I can’t even bring myself to care because the only thing that feels real anymore is the fantasy I can’t kill.
But she stops herself, and forces her face into a convincing smile.
“Everything’s fine. I’m just a bit tired, that’s all.”
Rose looks as unconvinced as Scarlet feels.
That night, she dreams of a duet. Of a lilting dance of harmonies so perfect, so sublime, that she wakes up in tears. It’s an odd sensation. She hasn’t properly cried since she was ten. Feeling childish, she goes to the bathroom to splash some water on her face and school her expression into its usual placid mask. As she’s heading into the kitchen and start breakfast, the phone rings.
Mother.
Someone needs to bring food and wine to their grandmother. She’s not feeling well, you see, and she would just be over the moon to get a visit from one of her lovely grandchildren.
Well.
She could use the exercise.
The drive to the path is uneventful. The soft morning sun and the cries of countless birds don’t even register as she walks the familiar path without straying.
Until.
Until, a stone’s throw away from her grandmother’s house.
She hears the music.
The duet from her dream.
In the woods. Close enough to taste.
Before she knows it, her feet are off the path, and her mind is a thousand miles away, wrapped up in sonatas and symphonies that promise to silence her every agony.
Into the forest she walks.
To a theater hidden away from the world, decked in red and black and green.
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faggotmox · 2 years
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everyone’s gonna think that eddie didn’t care if he burned bryan alive with jericho but the real thing is that eddie didn’t care if he himself burned alive so long as jericho burned too. eddie probably wanted to burn. probably didn’t even realize bryan would get hurt, not to say he would care if he did. to eddie in that moment the only people there were him & jericho. it’s important to eddie that it’s fire, that he make jericho feel the pain he was caused but much, much worse because eddie learned early that if someone knocks you down you have to knock them down harder & same sure they don’t get up. eddie’s very unwell. 
it’ll be easy for eddie to be isolated now. not only did he lose it for them but his action lead to others on his team getting hurt. there’s also (kayfabe) evidence that eddie wasn’t sober during the match, & was struggling before hand.
it’s probably just a fantasy of mine but what would really be cool to see here, to me at least as a recovering alcoholic, is instead of the typical fight & breakdown because eddie relapsed & also cost them the match through dangerous means they rally around eddie. close ranks & protect him. regal taking eddie under his wing, showing that mistakes can be made up for & that the only real fault eddie suffered was not asking for help before it got too bad. show eddie taking responsibility for his actions & not blame. show support during recovery, extend grace to those struggling. have bryan accept that eddie wasn’t trying to hurt him but eddie also understand why bryan had to stop him. no hard feelings. have mox stick by eddie’s side. have santana & ortiz stand up for eddie.
eddie’s battling mental health issues & substance abuse issues, those things often take over other parts of your life. like your job. eddie was afraid of himself going into this match & that is at it’s core the issue most addicts face. they’re afraid of themselves. eddie just needs to be held up during this time. i know it won’t happen, or at least not like i imagine, but man would that be a good story to tell.
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robobee · 1 year
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in other mental illness news I have this thing where at least ONE Bad thing has to happen in the day & whenever that doesn't happen (like today) I get so sick and anxious even though it's a GOOD day
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raspberry-arev · 10 months
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CHANGED, RAGING
I have had some big feelings about uni. I am on my last marble, and when I lose it... Oh my, those fuckers will be sorry
Content warning: mental illness, medication, alcohol, blood, suicidal ideation
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