#Mental Health Issues

[becomingvecna]

reblog if you think these are all valid reasons for a student or an employee to take a day off from their school or their job without their grades or paycheck being affected in any way:

- period cramps

- exhaustion, be it mental or physical

- depression, anxiety, and other mental health related issues

[zombiezinmydreams]

Idk who needs to hear this, but “it could always be worse” is a genuinely harmful mindset. And that applies to multiple situations whether it be mental health or physical health. Yes it could be worse, but it could also be significantly better. You deserve to reach out for help before you drown in your issues. No matter if someone drowns in 4 feet of water or 20, they are still just as dead.

[nonbinarymlm]

We Need to Accept that Silly Things Can Hurt People

Please allow me to ruminate a bit more on mental health on this blog. I have ADHD and OCD, both disorders commonly stereotyped and conflated with minor, silly behaviors like yelling SQUIRREL when you see a squirrel and organizing things by color. These stereotypes can often minimize and erase the genuine difficulties and harm that these conditions can cause. That’s very true, and it often causes intense sensitively and knee-jerk denial around stereotypes around this. I don’t think that’s necessarily the best reaction, because sometimes people can have symptoms very similar to these stereotypes.

I think we need to accept that silly things can hurt people. Silly, ridiculous symptoms can devastate people’s lives. People shouldn’t have to react into their painful past and trauma to get people to take their symptoms seriously when those symptoms are silly on their face, because that turns things into a pain competition and can result in gatekeeping how much people must suffer before their seemingly ridiculous symptoms get taken seriously.

I think we just need to, as a society and culture and social norm, accept that silly things can genuinely, sometimes intensely, hurt people. Yes, I do have the impulse to tell an animal’s name when I see that animal, and yes it’s part of my symptoms that makes it harder to me to drive and hold conversations and do basic functioning. Yes, I do worry about incredibly tiny and silly things, that the world’s tiniest cut means I’m literally dying, and this has at times been incredibly miserable to live with and severely inhibited my functioning and nearly lost me a job. Also I’m going to joke about it sometimes because it’s funny. I’m not going to find a joke about it from a stranger with no OCD funny, because they have no idea how much pain it can cause me.

Sometimes these conditions are absurd in ways that are funny. That’s true and people with the conditions should be able to joke about it. But everyone needs to understand, just because a symptom is absurd doesn’t mean it can’t also devastate you and ruin your life. So if you don’t have these conditions and aren’t super close to someone who has them, I think you should be sensitive and avoid joking even if it seems silly and funny. I think there is where true destigmatization lies: accepting that the silly brain can also really hurt.

[the-bar-sinister]

repeatedly sobbing "do what you want forever" as I desperately try to convince myself that it's okay to make small decisions about the short term direction of my life without concern for the opinions of other people.

[fae-screams]

i want you to hate me. i want you to wish i’m dead. i want you to block me and never think of me again. so when i die, you won’t have to feel the pain.

i want you to love me. i want you to hold me. i want you to want to never let go. i want you to value me. i want you to love me. so when i live, you won’t have to feel the pain.

[73lesbiansinfandoms]

Barty, Evan realised, was very spacey. And not like Pandora, who is more up in the clouds, her thoughts constantly floating from one place to the next. Barty, on the other hand, was more like, if there was nothing to keep his attention, he would drift off into nothingness. It's the only way Evan could describe it. If what was happening couldn't grab his attention, his eyes would drift to something off to the side, and it was like his mind went completely blank. It would take ages to get him out of them.

It hurt Evan to see that the older they got, the worse these episodes got. He was scared that one day, he'd just never be able to find Barty in those eyes again.

[arimitskevich]

some of my nortrick sketches

[bebx]

“all these challenges and difficult times you’re facing in your life are for your character development” okay cool and all, but my character is developing into the Joker

[curiositysavesthecat]

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[becomingvecna]

a depressed person isn’t lazy, they’re depressed

a depressed person isn’t lazy, they’re depressed

a depressed person isn’t lazy, they’re depressed

a depressed person isn’t lazy, they’re depressed

a depressed person isn’t lazy, they’re depressed

a depressed person isn’t lazy, they’re depressed

a depressed person isn’t lazy, they’re depressed

a depressed person isn’t lazy, they’re depressed

a depressed person isn’t lazy, they’re depressed

a depressed person isn’t lazy, they’re depressed

a depressed person isn’t lazy, they’re depressed

a depressed person isn’t lazy, they’re depressed

a depressed person isn’t lazy, they’re depressed

[the-bar-sinister]

I am a full person with my own independent goals, desires and concerns.

It is not my duty to be interesting, entertaining, helpful, convenient or productive for others at all times.

I deserve rest. I deserve to engage in my own pursuits without regard for the preferences of others.

I am allowed to be unhelpful, inconvenient or annoying.

[learningfromlosing]

Remember when Lottie was out of her medicine in the wilderness and she started having a really hard time discerning the truth from the illness and she thought the answer might be religion but instead of helping it turns into something dangerous and frightening that no one can help wrangle anymore? Yeah that's what it's like not being able to get your proper medication and trying things like meditating and touching grass instead 👍🏻

[paulilily]

Before starting with the World Cup shit Ego should send the kids to (at least) one therapy session like, some of these boys are NOT okay.

Reo got into top 11 but that boy has pressing issues that blue lock might wanna get under control before putting him on the field. That kid's depressed.

Talking about depression, someone should check on Kunigami's ptsd and Rin's very obvious autistic tendencies.

Also, am I the only one who thinks Bachira has self-induced and self-cured schizophrenia?? He was bullied and alone so he made up an imaginary friend who happens to be a creepy ass soccer monster and then Bachi decides to be his own monster and the thing just disappears like-? I'm happy he got his shit together but I'd still have him mentally checked just in case.

And who knows what the fuck is wrong in Shidou's brain but you know something ain't right😭🤚

[mysecret02]

Hello lovelies!

Jason choosing guns because he knows their weight.

TW: dark topics ahead, read with caution!!!

Jason Todd tried to commit suicide not long after he got adopted by Bruce. It wasn't because he was in a bad situation anymore, but he was more like tired, like bone-deep tiredness that only settles really in after the danger had passed.

He thought about his acceptance into Gotham Academy and thought back on Ma Gunn's and the public school in the city he used to attend.

He missed the libraries and the nice librarian with half-round glasses and the other blonde one with that weird skirt with the cross patterns.

He thought back of school fights and when he found a sandwich only taken one bite out of and yelled "Jackpot!" to noone, than cried not even liking the taste that much.

He thought about his dad, when he bought home take out when he got paid well and his mom smiling and asking him to bring his red race car patterned plastic plate to the big table where adults sat. And the times he was waiting for his dad to come home but knowing it was a bad night from the jiggles of the keys, then the yells and crashes from his parents' room.

He mused on how Dick would be like and if he will get friends Dick supposedly spends most of his time.

He barely hopped on the thought pattern of those who lost the chance of the chain of thought that would lead to believing in a future.

He thought of the blade he stole from an older boy at Ma Gunn's and how he collected a rope from the cave and he got a whole surgical knife and some bottles from the back of the infirmary.

He choose the gun. He had known how to use it, his dad thought it was neccessery knowledge , he taught him all his neccessery knowledge, it didn't matter if he wanted it or not, wanted to know about how every women was a sl@t and how he wasn't man enough for reading books.

He thought it was time. He had lived enough. He would be happy dying this way. He finally got happy. It's time to end it. The future is scary and the past is horrifying and the present sits like an island in the middle of the ocean, he doesn't wait to be washed away under the waves again.

Nobody would care if he died today because nobody got to know him fully because he can't ever be himself fully because that makes others sad and he must lie he is okay when he is not.

He got the gun ready and got it to his head and his hands were shaking and there was music because he wanted to listen to music and he just got the gun some time while walking around the huge house with walkman in hand, then the straps of the airgun in the other.

He was so ready. Then he couldn't breathe anymore, everything hurt and he couldn't breathe and nobody cared and nobody really liked him because nobody really knew him and he didn't know if he could even tell everything to someone, he couldn't, he couldn't, his old friends would be over it soon and probably Bruce and Willis too, Mr.Wayne can get another kid if he wants and he still had Dick and Willis, where's Willis now? He didn't know, he was shaking and oh God Alfred, he will die, he can't breathe and he took the gun to his head and clicked the safety and fired.

And the end of the gun was so cold, so so cold and his shoulder has hit the closet door and....he forgot to load it, he wanted to but then not then he just took the gun and run up.

It was caos, he could barely breathe and tried to focus on the beat and somehow got the gun back to it's original place. He was pacing the manor like a ghost, walking around, existing outside of time and place and thoughts.

Mr.Pennyworth came home from the monthly grocery shopping. They met, he went to sleep, he doesn't know what they had talked about or how long it lasted, he just helped bring in some stuff and disappeared just like he wanted before.

He remembers the date. Years had passed and he still feels weird on that date. He has a bad memory of dates but he can't forget that one. It's not even relevant because nothing had happened, really, it's just somehow shaking every year.

Not many know he tried to do something, that day he got rid of everything he had collected for it. Those who know were never really close to him, just came and gone. For a while after he lost his belief because those like him will go to Hell and then he will never meet his mama again because he did something very bad. Now he knew things didn't work like that, but for a while he believed even if he dies as Robin he will never get to Heaven so he tried to help others so they could get there, to a nice place where his mama is. He considers telling someone this year. Maybe it's better to keep it a secret, not to touch unless needed. But it's interesting because it's the first year he doesn't want to welcome death on this day. He wishes to live. Not exist, not survive, but to be selfish and live.

[positivelypositive]

🌻

in the moments...

...when the negativity talks louder inside your mind than your thoughts and it gets difficult to ground yourself, you're still you.

don't hate that version of yourself. even if it feels like you're doing it to yourself on purpose. you're not a bad person.

you're a person who's struggling and that's all. give yourself as much kindness as you can and if the most that you can do is be less harsh on yourself, that's okay too.

your empathy is best used on yourself. you deserve that support too ✨