#Imbalanced brain chemicals are imbalancing

[arthropodboy]

Wow people really do be being biphobic in our lords year of 2025... I cannot imagine watching the western world fall to facism (while living in the western world) and still putting time and energy into creating division in the queer community. Like. Your human rights are in major peril. What the fuck are you talking about.

[writingjourney]

my brain can’t handle dopamine anymore, I had a busy day (good busy) and got a lot done so then I had some dopamine and thought wow I should do more things while it lasts so I did more things and then the dopamine high ended and I crashed so hard that I sat around crying for half an hour 🙌🏼

[vulpinesaint]

Howdy have you listened to The Funeral Portrait? They're a pretty good emo band, Voodoo Doll, Hearse For Two, and You're So Ugly When You Cry is what I recommend listening to first. They're very moody and really good lyrics, which is what reminded me of you

hadn't heard them before but listened through your recommendations just now! like the vibe for sure i'll keep them in my back pocket for when i'm feeling the emo vibe again :)

[blackcurrant-juice]

my exam over so why do i still want to disappear

[drop--pop--candy]

aughhhh shouldn't have broken my rule it's a rule for a reason

[awfuckitssunshine]

Stuff I Like List

The funky little list of stuff i draw, might draw, or generally just vibe about

because I desire to <3

Not including youtubers because... it would be a longer list than it already is

Also, note, none of these are in specific order just specific categories

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The Good Shit:

Sonic

DATE EVERYTHING

South Park

Cookie Run/Cookie Run Kingdom

My own OCs (Kiin and Ty)

MLP(fluttershy my fav fr)

Minecraft <3 (creepers and endermen my beloved)

Greek mythology

Stardew Valley

Delicious Shit:

Parkour Civilization

don't hug me I'm scared

Animation vs Minecraft/Animation vs Animation

Bobs Burgers

Dark Deception

Sally Face

Old RPG horror games (Ib, Misao, Mad Father, etc etc)

Eddsworld

DHMIS

Night in the Woods

Obscure/Weird/Childhood Serotonin That Aren't My Main Delicacies:

FNAF(Including fangames like Joy of Creation)

I Was A Teenage Exocolonist

Mighty Med

Bratz

Yandere High School/YHS (Sam Gladiator)

Monster High

Ever After High

Sonic Underground

My Beautiful Paper Smile & Choo Choo Charles (Two Star Games beloved)

Trolls (Movies)

Coraline/ParaNorman/Corpse Bride/Nightmare Before Christmas

Gravity Falls

Over the Garden Wall

Kindergarten 1 and 2

Home Safety Hotline

True Crime/True Crime Podcasts

DnD

Chilla's Art Games

Just Shapes and Beats

Killer Frequency

Ravenous Devils

TAWOG/The Amazing World of Gumball

Craig of the Creek

Warrior Cats

Total Drama (including Island of the Slaughtered)

Road 96

Hi Fi Rush

Nicktoons Unite

Doll Customizing

Grojband

[hail-the-cat]

Okay is it just me

I Like complimenting people by saying how they remind me or sound like a certain song by how they are. I just don’t do it anymore cause I think people are uncomfortable with me saying that like who just tells someone “You remind me of the song Purple Rain by Prince”

[dandylion-s]

November sun is not enough I need to make my mental health worse I need to read james baldwin again

[clavicus-vile-a]

I love gambling

[m-eltdown]

i don’t make the rules, my brain does and unfortunately that bitch is chemically imbalanced

[yuurivoice]

Whaddup it's ya boy Mr. Create A Dozen Side Projects, here to report that in my brain fog I wrestled with the placement of a microphone that wasn't even critical to anything I was working on until I was so frustrated and flustered that I sat in my disappointment for an hour, and promptly went home and passed out.

The chemicals in my brain...they are imbalanced.

New plan is to force myself to not do any side quests and swing away at fulfilling those voice notes for folks, because I clearly cannot be trusted to do anything in moderation. 🥲

I'm one midnight manic lock in session from going hard af, and it could be tonight if I really wanted to sacrifice my sleep schedule. TBD if that happens.

[lifeafterpsychiatry]

God, "reducing everything to anxiety" phenomenon is such a prevalent and harmful attitude. When I finally got to clinical help, way too late in life through upbringing factors & completely missed ADHD - my first psych doc was so insistent on bringing my anxiety down before doing anything else. But guess what contributed to making me so anxious and I kept telling her every time we met it was a very probable problem, hereditary bipolar. I couldn't control my emotions because my brain was constantly changing how it was chemically imbalanced and I couldn't predict or manage my reaction to anything. Of course I was anxious all the time in that kind of state!!! Took me years to actually get the help I needed.

Yeah first of all I'm sorry and I sympathize with your situation and it sucks that you had to go through that and no your bipolar and ADHD shouldn't have been reduced to anxiety - but also the "chemical imbalance" theory of mental illness is a myth propagated through pharmaceutical advertisements, and for me criticizing psychiatry includes questioning such ideas

[lil-mushr00m]

Princess

Caregiver! Janus, Patton, Logan, and Virgil.

Little! Roman

(You'll notice a running theme in my agere fanfics- I'm cooked for cg Janus specifically)

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Roman is a prince.

Roman enjoys being a prince, he enjoys acting like a prince and dressing like a prince because that is who he is—while not in a literal sense that would be incredibly helpful when it came to indulging in his pretend games though—and while he enjoys being a prince, he had a problem. His dilemma was confusing and annoying, cause he is a prince. A boy.

But sometimes he wants to be a boy and a princess. He wanted the frilly dresses and pretty makeup. He wanted to be called girly pet names that made his ears go red. Sure, boys can wear dresses and stuff too, but the others always assure him how manly he is, even when in a dress, and most of the time he appreciates it because most of the time he wants to be a little prince.

But every once in a while, including today, he woke up with the burning urge to throw such a title out the window. He still wanted to be perceived as regal, because he is very much royalty, so he couldn't help but feel his chest tighten a bit when he peered up, having cuddled up in one of his caregivers' beds the night before rather than his own, and had Patton smiling sweetly at him, his glasses not yet on. The words fell from his lips naturally, and Roman wanted to whimper. It sounded wrong.

"Morning little prince, did you sleep well?" Patton whispered sweetly, they liked to ease into loud amounts of noise in the morning, as waking up isn't easy for any of them except for Logan and Patton.

Roman decided maybe if he wasn't little, then he didn't have to be a prince today. "Sorry Pat, not little anymore," He says, chuckling softly, his voice cracking a bit at the end at the obvious lie. Patton seemed to just pass it off as a morning quirk and chuckled, giving him a head kiss.

"No need to apologize, that's fine. You hungry?" He asks, gently pulling away and Roman immediately missed the comforting feeling of his strong dad's arms around him. He didn't complain though, he merely nodded his head and sat up, fisting at his eyes with a little grumble.

It was going to be a long day, he could tell.

"Alright kiddo! I'll start on some pancakes!" Patton chirps, far too chipper at such an hour. Roman only bobbed his head and watched him leave, unable to hold back his sigh of relief. Sliding out of bed, he wanted to change into something frilly—something pretty. He wanted to have his caregiver call him a cute little princess as he twirled and showed them a pretty dress or tutu. He could wear it any day he knows, he wears dresses all the time but it wasn't the same.

He decided to indulge in his desire, even if he didn't put on a frilly one, which he kept for his little space. He slipped on a white, high-rise skirt that came up to about his mid-thigh, along with a cute red sweater. It's simple, yet cute, and suits him. He felt a lot better now that he dressed up a bit.

After he was dressed he headed downstairs, not at all surprised to find Virgil on the counter, sipping tiredly at a mug filled with coffee. Logan opted to sit at the table, unlike the emo fiend, also drinking coffee. Roman didn't particularly like coffee, he only liked it if it was in a very complicated order at Starbucks to the point where it didn't even taste like coffee. Not that it mattered anyway, he wasn't typically allowed caffeine, which is fair, he didn't need it anyway, his brain already raced a thousand times a second.

"Morning my chemically imbalanced Romance!" Roman cheered, attempting to act as normal as possible, as if had wasn't on the verge of slipping. Couldn't be him.

Virgil seemed to notice his lack of his usual "Mornin' Vee Vee!" And grunted. "Morning, princey." Roman hoped he didn't catch the way he deflated at the name. Because he didn't.

"I'm surprised you aren't regressed," Logan states bluntly as he glanced up from a book he seemed to be reading. Who starts reading so early in the morning? Roman doesn't know, but apparently, Logan is one of them.

"Woke up big." Roman says with a shrug, trying not to shrink as Logan eyed him. Stupid mom senses, he probably saw right through him!

"Well, I'm sure you'll regress soon. You rarely wake up big, especially seeing you don't have work until the late afternoon," Logan points out. Roman merely shrugged and was glad he did not have work today because he wasn't sure he would last out in the world. He would surely slip faster than any other.

Then of course the last person he wanted to be around at the moment walked in. He looked exhausted and immediately went for the coffee machine. Now Roman wanted some, it seemed like all the big people were drinking it! And he's a big boy right now!

"Can I have coffee?" He blurts out, and Virgil snorts.

"I thought you were big?"

"I am," Roman huffs out defensively.

"Then why are you asking our permission?" Logan adds in, a bit amused himself and Roman flushed heavily.

"W-Well- I-I-!"

"Roman," interrupted Janus as he strolled over. "You don't like coffee."

"Do too!" Roman insists.

"Fine then," Janus says, setting down his mug on the table. "Prove it, little prince."

Roman glared at him for the name, and Janus smirked in response. Roman hated his stupid smirk! Their teasing made him feel all small!

"I will!" He huffs, far too stubborn for his own good. He tugged the mug over and frowned as it was rather hot. He didn't particularly care for hot beverages. He lightly blew on it before sipping. Immediately, he tried to school his expression but was actively failing, earning multiple snickers around the room.

"Oh yes, you seem to have enjoyed yourself," Janus teases, gently taking the mug back before having a seat.

"It's not my fault you drink it black!" Roman complains. "It's gross like that."

"Well, kiddo," Patton chuckles out. "That's how most adults like it." He explains, heading over with a few plates of breakfast, and Roman wasn't very happy to find Patton had cut his up his meal for him! He had told him he's big! He is!

"Patton, I'm big," He complains loudly for what felt like the hundredth time that morning, crossing his arms as he glared at him slightly. Patton merely gave him a sweet smile.

"Sorry sweet prince, it's a habit."

Roman grimaced at the name. He thought saying he was big was gonna make them call him by his name! He felt rather frustrated, and he showed this by shoving his plate forward and slumping in his chair. Everyone's eyes fell on him now, but he kept his petty glare on the table.

"Roman," Came Janus' calm, yet firm voice. "That's enough now, Patton didn't mean to cut it up. He's used to you being little in the morning. And I have to say, I'm not quite convinced you aren't little with your behavior."

Roman flushed at the scolding and he held back a whine and kicked his feet under the table. They were dumb! Dumb! Dumb! Dumb!

"Not little!" He hisses, his tone higher in pitch than he had made it before.

"And why not?" Patton asks, all too soft for Roman to handle. "Why don't you wanna be little baby?" He hated that tone. It was the tone he used when he was trying to drag information out of him, and Roman hated that, too!

Roman only whined and felt his eyes prick with tears. His bottom lip trembled and he quickly stood up and bolted out of the kitchen, ignoring the protests from his usual caregivers. He headed down the hall to his room and slipped under the bed, burying his sobs into his arms as he allowed his head to fall forward. His body curled in on itself and his fingers firmly slid into his mouth as he began aggressively sucking on them for a source of comfort. As he hiccupped around his fingers, soft footsteps only had him sliding further towards the wall, wanting to be far away from everyone and anyone!

He watched with blurry vision as Janus peeked under the bed, crouching to his level, and was quick to lay on his stomach. He rested his head on his hand as he tilted his head to the side curiously.

"My dear prince—" Roman sobbed louder at the name. "Why are you so upset?" Janus asks, and his tone made goosebumps crawl up Roman's skin and his chest went warm and fuzzy, but it didn't stop the tears from barreling down his cheeks.

"N-Not Little!" He cries, pressing himself further into the corner, hiding his face away, feeling ashamed for such childish sobs and whines that left his throat, but his head was feeling fuzzier than it should, and he knew his statement wasn't at all true.

As did Janus.

"That's not it," Janus insists quietly. "How am I supposed to fix the issue if you won't tell me what it is hm? I promise I won't be upset, my sweet prince."

"N-Notta prince!" He finally whimpers out, the tone so quiet and vulnerable, and Janus seems to freeze at his words, eyebrows pinched in concern.

"Darling, what do you mean?"

Roman sniffled, and somehow, he found the courage to peek at the man again, his bottom lip quivering as he choked down another cry. "Don' wanna be a prince..."

"I see," Janus murmurs. "What do you wanna be then dear?"

Roman bit down on his lip and his cheeks began to warm in embarrassment. "Princess..."

Janus blinked. And then again. And once more.

Oh. Oh.

"Oh, my sweet princess," Janus all but croons. "Oh, baby, why didn't you say something? My dear—oh of course you can be our little princess."

"B-Buh- still a boy!!"

"And still my beautiful little princess anyway," Janus assures with a soft smile, beckoning out from under the bed, greatful when he gave in and crawled out from his hiding spot. He crawled into Janus' lap and leaned into his chest, hiccuping tears while Janus cradled his hand through his hair. "You can be a boy and a princess dear, I wish you would have told us sooner, but no matter what can I do to make you much more comfortable, baby?" He asks, swiping his gloved thumbs against his cheeks, wiping away the tears that rushed down the others' faces.

Roman sniffled, fisting at his eyes, it nearly felt too good to be true, but he wouldn't deny such a sweet offer. "Wanna be a princess," He repeats softly, and Janus nods, gently helping him to his feet, holding his hand in his.

"Then a princess, you shall be my dear. Next time we're upset, we use our words, though, yes? We can't help if we don't know the problem, little one, do you understand?" Janus asks, his tone sickeningly sweet as he leads Roman off towards his closet, scrambling through it to find the perfect outfit for his dear princess.

Roman, who was already regressed but was attempting to fight it, gave into his headspace and allowed his shoulders to slump and relax, watching excitingly as Janus' fingers skimmed against his clothing. He nodded along to his sweet tone that swayed his regressing mind, wrapping his brain into a warm hug that had him floating. "Uh-huh," He murmurs. "M'have the frilly one?" He asks, pointing to a pretty pink, frilly skirt that he had hidden near the back, grinning as Janus immediately plucked it off the hanger.

"Of course, anything for you my pretty princess," Janus croons softly. "Let's get you changed and then it's someone's breakfast time. I'll warm it up for you in the microwave, how does that sound baby boy?"

Roman smiled big, his cheeks slightly pink and he absolutely swooned as Janus continued to call him a boy. This felt right, he felt so right.

"Sounds awesome Janny! Thankies! Thankies!"

"Of course princess, anything for you."

[werewolveswithdiaries]

and you can be fine for a few days, weeks, months, and then it suddenly hits in violently foamy waves. depression: a mental disorder characterised by pervasive feelings of sadness, worthlessness, total loss of interest, emotional numbness, often accompanied by trouble sleeping, eating normally, functioning.

you thought you killed that part of you this time but it returned.

suddenly getting up from the bed in the morning became the heaviest chore and a few days later you woke up with horrible pain because even going to the bathroom is too heavy.

and it spirals bigger and bigger: messy room, matted hair, foul smelling kitchen, rotten food, unfinished dishes, incomplete assignments, absences from work or school, sweaty and dirty bedsheets.

friends become strangers, messages are left on unopened or seen, social outgoings are far away in your rear view mirror. it is not that you do not care, but you cannot help yourself up. you care but your chemically imbalanced brain does not.

doing anything at all feels like trying to climb up a big rock on a slippery mountain trail while you have chains around your ankles and being pulled behind.

time is so much slower, painfully slow and consuming. showers sting now, blood glued on your sleeves, hidden bloody tissues. “you should clean up, you risk an infection” but how could you bother when all is meaningless?

it feels like it s always been this way, it feels that you have no escape.

tears form in your eyes as you realise you do not even have the energy to hold up a pen and write the goodbye letters - just in case.

people worry, you hate yourself for not being able to mind what they re saying, all words spoken to you are fading far away into distance.

you can feel yourself disappearing, a body left without any emotionality. you are too exhausted to even be frightened about what s happening to you.

it s all so heavy. everything is blank. hopelessness. a hole sucking and shattering everything that ever matter. nothingness. despair.

i want to get out, please get me out

[thiccsys]

do you think error has bpd

I think he might have it due to expressing some symptoms in the ask error comic (ex: mood swings, pushing people away out of fear of abandonement/betrayal ecc.) But I wanna know your opinion cuz youre the expert :3

Btw your art is very yummers <3

im kinda sucked into forsaken right now so this might not be as in-depth as normal but ok

i dont think error has bpd. personally. i sont think his mood swings and issues can be tied to a disorder.

for one, i think his mood swings could be from something more like schizophrenia— he has shown to experience mood swings, paranoia (that fear of “betrayal”— or his fear that SOMEBODY is out to get him), hallucinations, and i could see him mumbling some word salads when he’s trying to talk to somebody. psychologically speaking, error could’ve been genetically predisposed to be schizophrenic, and if he had a brain he’d be chemically imbalanced enough to develop the disorder (he probably developed minor symptoms as geno, but i do think being stuck in somewhere white and deprived of sensory input AND social interaction could have set him off on the psychotic break he didnt need). or. like. i feel like if he wasnt put in the antivoid he wouldn’t have developed schizophrenia period. (Also side note: geno probably worsened his chances of developing schizophrenia with determination. geno calls it a drug himself, and although i dont think it technically works like real drugs, excessive use of THC can change someone’s brain CHEMICALLY enough for them to begin having schizophrenia)

also, just to let you know, im not an expert 😓 im just using knowledge i have from my psychology class!

anyway. i think error is a narcissist, but he’s not bad enough to have narcissistic personality disorder. he clearly does care about something, and somebody (toriel, blue, such as when he feels guilty). he’s insecure, geno always has been, and it’s a part of his personality to be outwardly destructive (violent tendencies, murder) rather than inwardly destructive (not taking care of himself or self harm).

also he’s probably insane. definitely actually. and he experiences retrograde amnesia. he’s pretty fucked up, but out of all the things he struggles with, i dont think bpd is one of them

[softlymaximoff]

How to stop an anxiety attack and panic attack ✍🏼 yall I am TIRED OF BEING LIKE THIS. ITS FUCKING IRRITATING. why why why is my body taking fucking screenshots via my heartbeat. I can physically FEEL my heart slamming against my ribs every few seconds. Wanna know the funny thing? IT WAS A FUCKING SILENT PROGRESSION. one minute I’m fine the next boom. My breathing gets a lil more wheezy, a lil more trapped. I’m drowning in my own breath. HOW IS IT POSSIBLE. NOTHING TRIGGERED IT. ITS JUST THERE. a constant pulse on an altered mix of signals in my chemically imbalanced brain. What the FUCK