#CLINICAL DEPPRESSION

[battleforgodstruth]

Fighting the One Two Punch of Depression & Temptation - Pastor Patrick Hines Sermon

Fighting the One Two Punch of Depression & Temptation – Pastor Patrick Hines Sermon

“Amazing how our own sinful flesh, the world, and Satan wait until we are the most vulnerable to launch their all-out attacks to tempt us to discard caution, discard our love for Christ, discard our reliance upon gospel promises, and to discard our own consciences for the passing pleasures of sin, isn’t it? Depression and Temptation are often partners in this regard. A depressed person can so…

[willowswasteoftime]

Me, in denial: wow i'm so tierd all the damn time. Maybe I'm not getting enough vitamins or something.

My mother, a nurse with 30+ years of excperiense: Could very well be, but it might also be some sort of chronic fatuig. Wouldn't surprise me with your mental health issues and the fact that you are autistic. It’s common. This might sadly be a life long issue for you.

Me: You're likely not wrong, but you didn't have to say it...

[animebookworm16]

So here’s a funny (read: stupid, trust me I came up with it) idea for a Miraculous Ladybug AU.

Mostly it just changes the way the Butterfly and Peafowl Miraculous work. They can still have their symbolism of Transformation and whateverthefuck that’s not the important part.

In this AU, Nooroo is like a djinn, he grants wishes but here’s the catch, the wishes have to be phrased in such a way that they are changing something about the person wishing, think less “I wish for world peace!” and more “I wish I could bring the world to peace”. Along with the whole ‘there has to be a strong emotion tied to it’ stuff.

And that’s why Hawky has to be so convincing, he litterally cannot take control of them until they make a wish. And the really fun part? Since MLB is set in a fictional universe, the writers could have it so that butterflies are known for granting wishes or something like that, like shooting stars or dandelions (which would also fix the issue of why it’s mostly kids who get targeted kids are more likely to make a wish than an adult) with the added caution of djinn (be careful what you wish for). So of course people would tell their wishes to passing butterflies never knowing that good ole’ Gabe might be listening in.

‘How does this become an AU’ I hear you cry? Because it could change the whole premise of the show. It isn’t just angry teens that were angry at the wrong moment, it’s an embarrased Ivan muttering in the hallway, “I wish I was strong enough to shut Kim up.” (an eight foot tall rock monster filled with rage would certainly do the trick), a slighted Alya staring blankly up at the sky and saying, “I wish I was fast enough to catch Chloe as Ladybug.” (teleporting through phones and litterally being able to pause someone certainly sounds promising), a heartbroken Alix staring at her family heirloom, “I wish I could go back in time and fix this.” (well that’s a little tricky but I’m sure your friends won’t mind helping!)

All that to say, the wish shapes the power. The stronger the wish, the stronger the abilities. Nooroo and the Butterfly are ‘meant’ (heavy quotation marks) to be used to lift people up when everything looks awful.

‘Didn’t you mention something about the Peafowl Miraculous?’ Why yes I did, I’m glad you remembered!

As for Duusuu. Duusuu’s powers aren’t wish based at all, in fact, a person doesn’t even have to realize that his powers have been at work, until it’s happening. In this AU Duusuu’s feathers (from the fan not his tail) attach to a person and act as a kind of ‘emotional spounge’ (again explaining why kids and teens are more likely to be targeted than adults) any excess emotions (like you finally beat a really hard level of a video game, or you just found out that your longterm partner has been cheating on you for most of it) get stored up, and when enough energy has been stored... you get to see a personification of the strongest emotion reflected as yourself. Let’s take Marinette as an example on say the day she got expelled because of Lila. Depending on how you personally (as the person potentially writing in this AU) take it, she was most likely either feeling furious or heartbroken. She would then be confronted with either a version of herself that just wanted to destroy everything in her path and go full scortched earth (furious) or a version that curled up on the stairs she supposedly pushed Lila down and cried her heart out. 

In other words Duusuu and the Peafowl are ‘meant’ (those same heavy quotation marks) to be used to either force a person to confront the worst parts of themselves (you have anger issues, you probably have clinical deppression, you are a smug self-righteous jerk who needs to step off their soapbox) or show them the best parts of themselves (you brighten other peoples days whenever you compliment them, you put everything you had into this project and deserve to feel proud of it, you love your family and friends and show it in your own way). So in other words, Duusuu is like a free dose of therapy. And when I say excess emotion, I don’t mean you had one good or bad day and that tipped it over, I mean you’ve had a consistent good or bad month before it tips over at that last straw.

Ironically, Nooroo and Duusuu aren’t meant to be active in the same place at the same time. Add in the misuse of the miraculous and boom, you’ve got the miraculous sentimonsters from the show.

‘What is so messed up in your brain that this is what you spend your free time thinking about?’

First of all we’re both on tumblr so rude. Second of all I couldn’t get the thought of, “What if the reason Plagg was so annoyed at Adrien calling him a jinni was because Nooroo was litterally the origin of that story and he didn’t want to be called a copycat.” and it just kind of spiraled from there.

[aaaimeee]

I could slit my throat

[pixlokita]

I think one of the worst parts of going through years of traumatic experiences is forgetting big chunks of your life and people. I’ve forgotten family and friends to the point where it feels like I’ve never known them at all. Even the therapist is someone I met and spoke to before but I can’t remember her at all. She said that’s normal but it’s weird seeing yourself in pictures and not remembering. Ummm sorry if I forgot about anyone here it wasn’t on purpose and I’m working on it.

[tora-the-cat]

Kakashi has been in ANBU too fucking long he hasn’t had an actual fight with someone in so long it’s just been assassination and murder and a little fear tactics and send Tenzo to do the real work cause he needs the practice (and you have executive dysfunction)

[ray-the-ginger-queen]

"Adversity is like a strong wind, or tears from us all but what cannot be torn so we see ourselves as we truly are"

I hoped what would be left of me would be kindness

But I'm afraid all that's left is what I really am

Nothing.

[secrets4thegrave-blog]

I just want to fucking kill myself

but I can't do it. I'm not brave enough..

[goodgirlofglory]

In the balance -

/Masterpost/

Status - ONGOING (last updated 20.01.2024)

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: non-con, dub-con, explicit sexual content, explicit language, smut, vaginal sex, oral (f and m recieving), anal fingering, praise kink, coercion, manipulation, explicit desciptions of violence, choking, graphic descriptions of blood, breeding kink, come kink, come play, forced pregnancy, depression, captivity, kidnapping (tags will be added along the way, but look at each chapter for spesific warnings), some very deppressive themes of psychological horror and manipulation. 

Summary: One unsuspecting evening, the stranger Steve Rogers appears bloodied and in need of aid at your doorstep. You immediately catch his eye, and he forces himself upon you within the hour. Several months of repeated visits from him results in your pregnancy, and the night you find out, Steve intereceps you on your way to an abortion clinic and kidnaps you to his mansion. Will you carry the child to term? Will you buckle under the pressure of capitivity? Will you escape the grasp Steve has on you, or will you submit to it and your own, conflicted desires?

Note: This started with a drabble (what is now Chapter 2 - To give you what you need) and continued after the amazing and exciting feedback I got. Now it has grown to a BEAST, and I’m really fascinated with the way things are developing. Thank you thank you thank you to all the amazing replies and comments and reblogs so far, it has truly inspired me!!! It’s so exciting reading your responses, so if you’d be so inclined, I’d loooove to hear your thoughts on the tale😍

This is the first series I write and post simultaniously, so I really don’t know how often I will update!! Hopefully often! Also, my photo editing skills have improved considerably since my last series That which lingered on his mind - check it out!

This is DARK! Your media consumption is your own responsibility, but I advise you to not engage if the content in the warnings triggers you. Minors DNI!

Chapter 1 - Taking what he wants

Chapter 2 - To give you what you need

Chapter 3 - Keeping you

Chapter 4 - Put

Chapter 5 - Off the deep end

Chapter 6 - Losing breath

Chapter 7 - Sinking

Chapter 8 - Ragged depths

Chapter 9 - The world in the balance

Chapter 10 -

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[thatoneemoginger]

There is a “Race for Hope” thing to bring awareness and reasearch for deppression, and it starts with people telling a girl with cancer that “You know there are people worse off than you” “go out and get some sunshine you will feel better” “you are really bringing my mood down”, and “can we stop with the pity party”. 

SO I am very confused because it starts like that and it says in text “You would never talk to someone with cancer like this”, and I pause it to explain to my sister and I say “yeah you would never say that to someone with a terminal illnes-” hot take I remembered I have clinical depression and I just start kinda snorting because life, and that is Ironic.

Then I unpaused and it said “So don’t talk to people with deppression that way”, and it really resonated with me.

Like damn I forgot for a min. that clinical depression is real, AND THAT I HAVE CLINICAL DEPRESSION, AND THAT IT IS REALLY BAD AND THAT PEOPLE WITH ANY CLINICAL ILLNESS SHOULD NOT BE TREATED BADLY (anyone really)

[littlebuglove]

Does anyone who has depression have this thing too, where they just always look tired. It's like I just slept for 12 hours, why do I look so tired??

[aaaimeee]

Her raw eyes can see the beginning of something.. peak of the sunrise? She hasn’t laid sight on this perfect time since her skin was pure and unharmed. The curve of her smile fills with hope and content.

[pixlokita]

I’m just saying there should be a “i dissociated after traumatic events for # of years/months and was left all alone but would like to meet people to hang out again” support groups y’know -w-

[anxietysroomsupport]

My mom is really ableist and mean. Its weird because not only is she physically disabled, she also *claims* to suffer from anxiety, depression and panic attacks, yet seems not to understand what its like to have any kind of mental illness. I have an untreated anxiety disorder, clinical deppression, possible ptsd and get panic attacks on top of having add and she just. Says its all in my head and i need to get over it. And says that 'people like me' are just using add/adhd or autism as an excuse.

Hi anon. The thing about ableism is that because of the world we live in, a lot of those messages get internalized. I’ve seen disabled and mentally ill people attack others, and it’s sad. It sounds like you need to find a way to get some help, and it’s probably or going to come from your mom. If you’re an adult, you may need to start trying to find an affordable therapist/counselor yourself. If you’re a minor, you should try talking to another trusted adult like a school counselor, teacher, or a friend’s parent. You deserve to get help and you deserve to get better. While you try to get some outside help, there are resources available online that you can try to use in the meantime. I’ll leave links to some advice here for you. I hope things get better and we believe in you! - Kai https://livebloggingmydescentintomadness.tumblr.com/post/186271066596/coping-mechanisms-for-anxiety-for-when-therapy https://mh-things.tumblr.com/post/91338021403/online-mental-health-resources https://bitchesgetriches.tumblr.com/post/173996787293/our-master-list-of-100-free-mental-health

[trollkaruby]

My rise as a writer

Warning, long post, contains complaining with a hopeful ending.

Since early childhood, I wanted to be a fantasy novel writer. I decided to start right away, when I was 9 years old. I wrote into school notebooks a full fantasy story, counting about 300 handwritten pages. I stapled them together and felt great, until I read it about three years later and nervously laughed in embarassment: the story was basicaly a collection of stolen material from my favourite books.

Around 14 years, I began writing again. I wrote a 89 pages long scifi story. My parents prepared me a surprise and let it be printed and bound, as a real book! I let other family members and friends read it and I felt proud. Until I tried to write a sequel and realised I want to write classic fantasy and not a scifi.

Between 14 and 16 years, I went bonkers and wrote several fantasy books. Yes, several. When I put them in one MS Word document, it was 1200 fricking pages. Gaining actual literature and art education on college, when reading these, I soon enough realised I went for quantity over quality. I mean, it was awful. The characters were interesting enough and I still like them, but the plot was an edgy, confused mess.

When I was 16, my life took a turn. I fell into clinical deppression and bipolar disorder. I barely made it through college, and pressed on to finish finals succesfuly - then I my mind broke into desperate sorrows. That was 7 years ago. Since then, I have been at home, hospital and a light job, which I lost two years ago.

Once I lost the job, I found myself with a lot of time on my hands (not that the job was something which I worked hard on, let’s be honest.) I decided to try writing again. It went pretty bad. I was overly critical and could not focus well at all. Fortunately, I had support of my family and friends.

In 2017, I got an idea to write in English - my second language. My skills, as you can tell, are not stellar, but they were enough to trick my mind into thinking I don’t work, but have fun. Writing in rough English meant that I didn’t have to deal with soft niances of my native language, Czech. I could fully concentrate on plot and characters, making schemes and plans along the way, to construct a shorter novel more carefuly.

Right now, in 2019, I am 23 years old and I am sitting above 115 pages long novel called The Six Scumbags. I have been working on translation and illustrations for a year - two chapters out of six are fully finished. I am slowly getting there. Once I am done, I plan to try to publish this thing in Czech, and then also revisit the English version so it is available for my foreign friends.

Thanks for reading. I hope I will say that more often.

[maggotmouth]

      yo, it’s nora ( gmt, she/her) i’m back on my bullshit. sorry for dropping finn and cecily i jst.... wasn’t feelin very in their headspace. 

anyway bridget matusiak is a certified mess™ so have fun with that, she is an angry queer punk(?) maybe altho her identity …. i guess like everyone’s …. is very fluid…. she is very fickle and prone to change….. very impulsive and acts how she feels in the moment a lot i guess….. but also very grounded in her morals and ethics. film nerd. works at bowling alley. shakes hands. says “roger that”. yet somehow very cool™ and hip™. anyway like this or message me for plots. here’s a pinboard if u think those are groovy.

( nora. 23. gmt. she/her. ) it might be HER SOPHOMORE year but I still think BRIDGET MATUSIAK looks exactly like MARGARET QUALLEY and sometimes I think the FEMALE is actually them. Of course I’m wrong, as they're TWENTY and studying FILM while living in AUDAX here at Lockwood. The ARIES can be rather CANDID and GARRULOUS, but also kind of FICKLE and ERRATIC. Their most played song on Spotify was NOBODY REALLY CARES IF YOU DON’T GO TO THE PARTY by COURTNEY BARNETT, so I think that says a lot. 

bridget n her mum alice were more like sisters growing up, probably because of the closeness in age. alice should’ve known that you couldn’t have a thirteen-year-old-daughter at 27 without everyone knowing you’d been one of those girls who gave it away fast as a hot potato, and maybe bridget should have known that she’d inherit more than her mother’s wide eyes, that things had a way of circling back, that at fourteen she too would lose it on the floor of a swimming pool changing room, soggy back, poka-dot nylon pulled down to her ankles. 

her parents met in high school. her mother alice was a roman catholic -- uneducated in matters of safe sex, mother mary around her neck, bras hanging over wooden crucifixes -- and willing to give it to the first boy who seemed interested enough, gift-wrapped or not. 

i say they met in high school, bridget’s dad wasn’t actually in school, they met at the high school. he was the father to a girl down the road. alice knew nothing of the girl besides her name and the few encounters in the corridors facing a stoney stare that screamed homewrecker. it only happened once, but once was enough. soon the pitter patter of tiny feet sounded along the hall of the home for wayward women, alice’s parents having thrown her out as soon as they knew a child was growing in her womb.

gilly (referred to as junior) was born two years later, the son of a mechanic and handyman named gilbert “gilly” senior, who - while a slow-witted man -- was likable enough. alice, gilly bridget & junior lived in a colorado trailer park and whenever she wasn’t at school bridget would be in gilly’s workshop doin her homework surrounded by parts of exhausts.  was raised in a workshop basically.

like her mother, bridget fell pregnant barely out of her gingham print dresses, hair in two plaits down her back, teddies still lining her bed. unlike her mum, she was not box-shipped out to a home for fallen women but rather booked into a clinic, given a pill, just like taking your vitamins.

her mother flaked out when bridget was around fifteen and junior was twelve, leaving gil to adopt the two as legal guardian and raise them in the forge. she’s lived with gilly ever since. they’re not sure where their mother went. some say she rededicaed herself as a virgin and joined the convent in penance for her sins. some say she works in a las vegas strip club and sells pills to minors. 

a withdrawn child, bridget was selectively mute for 2 years (so girl has perseverance) n during that time her diary became her best friend. when she went mute she communicated exclusively through passive aggressive post it notes.

she’s a strident feminist, an activist for human rights and animal rights, a vocal vegetarian and an all-round soapbox sadie. catch her in the quad shouting about human rights through a megaphone.

aesthetic: cuffed jeans, thrifted or stolen. white converse, more grey tbh through years of wear. crop tops and plaid shirts tied round her waist. a long green trench coat with loads of badge pins for alt-rock bands and independent films. red denim jacket, also covered in badges n pins. smudged mascara. glitter smeared over cheekbones from the previous night. cigarette smoke shrouding you like a veil, the red string of a thong peaking out purposely from jeans, roller blades, cut knees, not eating your greens, smiling with a mouthful of blood, and piercing your own ears with a safety pin when your dad wouldn’t take you, kate moss posters lining the walls of a teenage bedroom, thumb holes poked through the cuffs of your sleeves, feet pounding the earth until your soles bleed crimson, sleeping in a cherry lip balm and scrunchies to keep the wild locks from your eyes.

an aspiring screenwriter. she has a very image-based view of memory and experience. always doing a screenplay or shooting film. her style has a lot of catholic iconography (think virgin suicides styler or baz luhrmann’s romeo + juliet if it was done on a super 8 camera) bcos catholicism is one of the few things she remembers about her mother. she’s never actually tried to find her mum / find out about her, jst…. occasionlly channels that energy into her work.

hypersexual and kinda manic-deppressive (though not diagnosed) probs bcos her upbringing was a bit unstable, she started life in a house that was literally designed to rehabilitate “fallen women” and she was a looked after child for a while when the adoption papers were still going through... struggles a lot with feeling unwanted, especially since her grandparesnts refuse to acknowledge her existence cos she was born outside of marriage..... so she craves feeling wanted,, like despite being a real women’s rights activist ad hating objectification, at the same time to bridge there’s nothing better than someone sizing you up with hunger in their eyes

she’s queer, but i guess she favours women, and is incredibly vocal in her support of the lgbt+ movement. often at ralleys. has done a face-sitting protest. really is that bitch

there’s a degree of anger for anger’s sake in bridget. she likes passionate, angry music – particularly garage rock, punk and riot grrrl. she loves the slits and skinny girl diet. viv albertine inspired her to take up bass guitar.

working two jobs to pay for uni currently !! works at the bowling alley polishing the shpes and fixing the bowling lanes, and also is a burger flipper at mcdonalds. a lot of her time is spent in the record store, plugged into a set of headphones, head-banging in the corner to a scratched record. music, for birdie, is a form of escapism. that and dropping acid in parking lots lmao.

massive film buff. is majoring in film at uni also spends a lot of time at the movie theatre n probably has like a season ticket. is one of those pretentious film nerds who’s like “what do u think of goddard’s work?” but also just really into shitty horror movies

she spends her evenings in downtown bars willing away her boredom, trying to find something that’ll jerk her out of apathetic lethargy. she toys with the idea of becoming a stripper — it certainly pays better than fixing bowling lanes — but she lacks the energy to dance for several hours a night. 

she loves b movies and slasher flicks. at parties, she’ll occasionally try to make a horror of her own, on a super 8 camera in someone’s basement, very paranormal activity, but she’ll inevitably get bored, or too drunk and give up, like she does with most things in her life. she lacks drive and motivation. she’s bright but there’s no hunger in her.

writes shitty poems on the back of napkins and quotes dead philosophers she’s never read. romanticises herself a lot. like will be standing there in a ripped t-shirt and her undies smoking a cig like “hmmm… i bet someone is falling in love with me right now”

is vegetarian for environmental reasons but snorts coke at parties ?? sis, it don’t add up

loves dirt. ate a worm once because someone dared her too. shamelessly disgusting.

she’s slightly obsessed with true crime, up late watching documentaries on the manson family murders.

she’s fickle and enigmatic. one moment she could be your best friend, the next, she’ll behave like a total stranger. bridget’s unpredictable because she’s still unsure of her own identity, frequently flitting between different characters, like snake skins, before she grows bored of being bubbly and eager and becomes spiteful again. her core personality traits are probably forthright, impulsive, restless, thrill-seeking, selfish, melancholic.

an awful person, really

feel free to im me if u wanna plot, here are some plot ideas i stole, or, like this post and i’ll hit u with a message!