#Reachout

[shamanictinaleonardhealing]

[umclite]

Some people in your life will travel miles to bury you.

But won't cross the street to support you when you're alive.

[fhealync]

Don't underestimate the power of a good support system. Whether it's friends, family, or a therapist, having someone to talk to is invaluable. . . . 🤝 Let someone know you appreciate their presence in your life by tagging them below!

[askvectorprime]

Dear Vector Prime, does Magmatron exist in the Viron cluster?

Dear Dinosaur Denominator,

Not to my knowledge, but there is one individual to whom he bears a very strong resemblance. Like Magmatron, he possessed a tripartite spark which could be split across three separate beast modes, each embodying a different facet of his personality: Overkill, the Gigantosaurus; Divebomb, the Quetzalcoatlus; and Splashdown, the Elasmosaurus. As a combiner, they could merge to form a monstrous beast mode referred to as the “Dinosaurer”, in addition to their robot mode combination. He was named Trypticon—after the monstrous beast from Cybertronian legend.

Trypticon was eternally loyal to the Predacon Council, and was the first leader of the cel that came to be known as the “Dinobots”, named for their prehistoric alternate modes. In fact, Trypticon considered it his right to command all saurian Predacons, using intimidation to recruit even experienced veterans like Reachout, and he demanded viciousness from all of his warriors.

For much of the Cybertronian Civil War, Trypticon's domineering and cruelty went uncontested, but eventually the other Dinobots had enough, and a number of them conspired to bring about his downfall. They prevailed by isolating Trypticon's three components and preying on their individual weaknesses. Overkill was provoked into a berserker rage by Sludge, Snarl and Terrorsaur, who put him down once his mind became consumed by blind anger. For Divebomb, Terranotron and Grimlock took advantage of his pride, luring him high into the sky until he was within firing range of the team's ship, the Megalosaur. As for Splashdown, it was simply a matter of isolating him on dry land, where he was vulnerable to Slapper’s earthquakes and Triceradon’s flame breath.

With Trypticon gone, the power vacuum he left behind drew the Dinobots into infighting. While they shared a sense of relief, some were angry over having been excluded from the scheme, and some took the chance to transfer to new positions within the Predacons. The remaining Dinobots, those who had taken part in the plot, disagreed over who was the team’s rightful leader, and squabbled fiercely until Grimlock was eventually accepted in the role. But once they began dealing with the Predacon Council directly, they had their worst fears confirmed, as it became apparent that the brutal methods they had attributed to Trypticon’s ideology were in fact endemic throughout the faction—and with it seeming increasingly likely that an errant ex-Dinobot would tip off the Council as to what had transpired, they begrudgingly made the decision to defect to the Autobot side. For this, they would pay a steep price, when Terrorsaur was slain by a Predacon bounty hunter… but it was their pursuit of revenge which ultimately united the team, and gave them a righteous purpose.

[thebadsocialworker]

Don't dive into shallow water

It’s a great day to be mentally ill. It’s 45 degrees in the sun, 8 AM crackhead time, and it’s time for the morning traffic report. Thanks for listening, I’m your host the Bad Social Worker.

“What the caterpillar calls the end, the world calls a butterfly” -Chuang Tzu

This post today is for anyone that’s on the edge- getting sober, calling your local crisis center for the first time, starting medications for the first time, getting a significant diagnosis of a mental illness…anyone that’s sitting on the cliff of the final days of familiarity staring into the abyss of uncertainty below.

It’s the end, isn’t it friend? The end of you as you know it. You know it too. That’s why you’re here, weighing your options. Whatever you have going on, has gotten so unbearable, so close to you, that you’re considering taking a leap into the abyss below, hoping it’s deep enough that when your body meets the water, the depths absorb you and your entirety.

That’s the beautiful thing about transition. You meet transition in the worst shape you’ve ever been in, but that’s exactly how transition expects you. “Come as you are”, there’s no dress code here. Bring every ounce of trouble you have to your name.

Transition welcomes it all. Transition fears nothing. Scream, cry, wail- Transition will hold you safely. Transition will show up for you every morning with the rise of the sun and she will be there for you until you’ve finished crying yourself to sleep at night. And she will cradle you while you dream.

In my field, I meet a lot of people experiencing their “firsts”. Their first time being hospitalized, their first time experiencing a psychotic break, the first time they’ve ever been diagnosed, the first time in their lives they’ve had to take medication, their first brushes with death…

People tell me they’re scared. They’re scared to take medication because they’re afraid it will “change who they are”. They’re afraid or unable to accept they’re developing schizophrenia which will require a lifetime of maintenance to control. People are afraid to go inpatient. Afraid to become sober. People think they’d rather die instead.

What I ask of these people, if you’re at the worst point in your life to the extent that you no longer want to produce thoughts, how could it get worse? You have nothing to lose because you’ve already lost yourself in whatever is haunting you. I know you’ve lost yourself, because you don’t even want to be “you” anymore. 

When people leap into the abyss of an uncertain future as opposed to a certain death, it feels like they’re falling. To the world watching, it’s the greatest and most graceful dive of all time. You’re an olympian of your own life. What you feel is the end, is a new beginning. Cocoon yourself during this time. Be absolutely gentle and preserve your peace. You’re going to be the only one that understands what you’re going through, and the only one to protect it. 

So take that first. End your current chapter.  Quit drinking and smoking. Block your racist grandma and take your anti-depressants on time. 

-thebadsocialworker

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

How many people checked up on you today?

[ppiwallet]

Start a Conversation That Drives Results

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[mariafraniayu]

Who Would You Like to Talk to Soon?

Prompt tulisan harianSiapa yang segera ingin Anda ajak berbicara?Lihat semua tanggapan In the past few hours, I received a message that struck a chord deep within me. Upon reading it for the first time, I felt an overwhelming urge to keep it to myself, to retreat into my thoughts rather than share it with anyone else. This message, wrapped in responsibility and the potential pitfalls of pride,…

[meteorologistaustenlonek]

FindTheHelpers #BeTheGood

"I’m optimistic—not because life is easy, but because we are still alive & this message is for all those hurting souls out there: Be there. Keep at it. Don’t give up.

Ask for help. Speak to your friends. Or be the help someone else is too afraid to ask for."

FindHelp #DontQuit #ReachOut #HelpIsOutThere

[januarydandelion]

Is this the America you expected when you voted for Donald Trump?

Don't see how any of this "Makes America Great Again"?

We hear you. We see you.

Reach out: rich@leavingmaga.org, call or text 914-244-6558

[amylynnorg]

I hold a deep appreciation for mentors, and you may be immediately wondering how this topic relates with technology. Reflect for a moment: if you have a mentor, are they aware of the profound impact they’ve had on you? What might be holding you back from expressing this gratitude while they are still with us? Mentors play an indispensable role in shaping our lives, yet it is disheartening to observe a common tendency: many only acknowledge someone as a mentor after their passing. I’ve often found this perplexing. It’s all too easy to hear claims of “they were my mentor” once someone is gone, yet there was little evidence of that appreciation during their lifetime. I'd like to explore the vital roles mentors play in our lives and why we should express gratitude to them while they’re still with us. Blending personal reflections with a faith-based perspective, this discussion highlights Jesus as an exemplary mentor and encourages listeners to use technology to connect with their mentors today. Tune in for an inspiring call to honor those who guide us—before it’s too late. Job 12:12 - "Is not wisdom found among the aged? Does not long life bring understanding?" Be sure to Like, Subscribe, and Follow to our social media channels: https://www.facebook.com/AmyLynnsVoiceOvers https://twitter.com/amylynnorg https://thevoiceofamylynn.wordpress.com https://www.youtube.com/AmyLynnOrg Visit our website at: http://www.amylynn.org

[shamanictinaleonardhealing]

[umclite]

‘You’re going to be happy’ said life ‘but first I’ll make you strong.’

[floraclinton1200]

Finding strength in connection can involve building a supportive community, cultivating resilience, and practicing self-compassion:

Building a supportive community: A community can provide support, acceptance, and encouragement to help you face challenges. It can also be a place to connect with people who share your values and affirm your sense of self-worth.

Cultivating resilience: Resilience can help you maintain strength in the face of adversity. This can include building social connections, understanding your strengths and weaknesses, and prioritizing activities that promote emotional well-being.

[healingthroughwords]

I wasn't ok

Good morning. Today has started out great. I’m hopeful for a good day. Saturday, however, wasn’t so good. I think I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. and long about noon my 14-year-old son decided to have a fit….i can’t remember now what it was over….and it started a yelling match between him and I. I ended up yelling, more like SCREAMING for like 15 minutes. By that point I was mad that…

[riddell-scott-design]

Sketch of the Week - IALFEC

New original artwork from artist Scott Riddell. 'IALFEC' The Title of Titles, where animation meets reality.