#drugs and mental health tw

[melit0n]

"On sunny days I go out walking, I end up on a tree-lined street, I look up at the gaps of sunlight; I miss you more than anything."

[hermthejewishwyrm]

Just a safety reminder to NEVER try shrooms or LSD if your family has any history of schizoaffective disorders.

[emotionaleating]

[autopsyfreak]

if you shit on people for being drug addicts then just know that i hate you.

[danneroni]

the end is death

[voidic3ntity]

we are not meant for much; to be dissolved within seas of soil...

[inlovewithcentipedes]

i am one day drugs clean and 10 days alcohol clean i am devastated and happy at the same time. fun fact i am motherfucking 15 which makes this even more.. crazy. i really want to turn my life around. i have good grades and friends(somewhat) but got really addicted to different shit

TIME TO GET BETTER YAYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

[allthecanadianpolitics]

The New Brunswick government is pursuing a controversial approach to addressing drug addiction that could result in people being forced into treatment against their will.

That approach would be carried out through legislation giving police officers the power to order someone to undergo drug rehabilitation in the "most extreme cases," where they pose a danger to themselves or others, said Public Safety Minister Kris Austin, in an interview.

"The objective always is to get people the help that they want but some people are so deep into their addictions that they simply can't make that decision," Austin said.

Full article

This is a blatant attempt to remove autonomy from people who use substances- especially mentally ill people. It implies that people who deal with addiction don't "deserve" the right to make our own choices, and gives cops the framework to take that away from people. Involuntary treatment does more harm than good, and many people subject to it are placed under inhospitable conditions that only make their situations worse.

(commentary from Samira, @politicsofcanada )

[thetremblingofaleaf]

I don't think anyone would care whether I lived or died so why am I even trying anymore

[emotionaleating]

pls don’t flirt with me i want to be nonchalant so bad but i unfortunately crave connection so intensely that i will give you my entire soul and forgive you over and over until i’ve lost myself completely and feel like i’m drowning

[souraesthetics]

Sometimes I literally just want to be as feral and unapologetic as possible like you wanna buy me stuff? Okay. You wanna get blackout drunk on a Monday? Okay. Tryna just live out my feral trash girl dreams rn. Like you wanna do blow all day and then benzos all night? Okay. Let’s go I’m so down.

Literally I just want to be spoiled and live life like there’s no consequences for a while.

[chirpychipslive]

talking about these two in classic rock circles is such a fun ableism litmus test

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

they are best buddies <3

[aliypop]

Good Time Charlie’s Got The Blues

Word count: 1,584

Prompt: Elvis needs help and Cecelia can't stand to see him hurting himself and suffering

Warning: Mentions of drugs and Rehab

Note: I'm back from Graceland Y'all, this one is a bit Angtsy and Fluffy

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1976

"So which is it this time... The uppers or downers...." Cecelia sighed, watching him as he popped another pill into his mouth,

"Aw hell, don't you ever knock anymore, Cece..." Elvis asked, his hands shaky. He looked weak and pale, almost as if the shell of the man she once loved stood before her as a ghost. "Not since Jesse..." She mumbled as Elvis sighed, "Baby, I need these..." He looked at her as she stepped closer, "You need help..." Her hands cupped the sides of his face, "I'm in the best Goddamn shape of my life, and you-" Elvis got dizzy as he stood up from the chair by the vanity."You need help, and you-"

"I DO NOT NEED HELP!" He shouted as he began to sweat and shiver,

"DO YOU WANT ME TO LOSE YOU, DO YOU WANT THE KIDS TO LOSE YOU! HUH!" Cecelia said, stepping up to him, her brown eyes firm and strict, "We almost lost Jesse... I can't sit here and watch you nearly kill yourself too!" Cecelia said, tearing up, "Every morning, I look at you and-"

"And you what..."

"I wonder what happened to you... To us..." Tears pooled in her eyes, making it hard for him to look at her."You used to be so confident, so sure of yourself..." her voice going hoarse, "Now you look in the mirror and wonder if the fans would notice if you gained weight..." Elvis turned away from her. He knew she was right. He needed help, "There's a place in California where they're discreet." Cecelia grabbed his hands,

"So you're sending me away, and then what..."

"Either you get clean, or I throw 17 years of marriage down the drain."Her voice was dry and loveless. She meant business,

"You wouldn't..."

"Divorce papers are on the table..."

"Cece..."

"El..." She held his hands, "Please, if not for me, for the twins..." Elvis kissed her forehead as he nodded, "If anyone asks, I'll say you're on a private vacation to Hawaii..."

"Thank you..."

"No, Thank you." Cecelia kissed his cheek,

"Jesse, Elaine, We'll be gone for a day, so behave..." Cecelia said to the two teenagers as they nodded. Both Elvis and Cecelia knew that they knew what was going on. After all, they weren't dumb,

"Daddy, please get better." Elaine charged into his fuller arms as he hugged her tightly, " I promise I will..." He smiled as Jesse hugged him,

"You know Rehab ain't bad. The nurses are hot, and they give you puddin." Jesse smirked as Elvis laughed,

"I'll keep that in mind, son."

Later that night, they flew on a private jet to California and took a getaway car, a black 74 Cadillac. The car ride was silent, but everything between them had been said just by their eyes alone. Driving towards the rehab center, Cecelia began to feel tears prick at her eyes,

"I don't know what's worse, this or when you left in 58.." His larger hands cradled her hands, "Well, I did marry you in 59, so it wasn't that bad." He laughed as she giggled, "I'll miss that." He sighed,

"Mr. Presley... I'm your nurse, Terry. We're ready for you." A woman said, approaching them as Jerry and Charlie grabbed his bags,

"Don't forget to call!"

"I won't!"

"Or write!"

"I won't!"

"One more thing." Cecelia ran to him as he faced her and kissed him. Elvis let the kiss linger on his lips as he turned bright red,

"What's that..."

"Don't forget me." Her hands were on his cheeks as she began to pet his sideburns,

"I don't think I ever could." He squeezed her hand,

2 Months Later...

"Cece, they ain't got a damn thing in here I wanna eat," Elvis groaned on the phone. Cecelia laughed, "Your doctor has you on a diet." She smirked, and he could practically imagine her with her hands on her hips. "You did this, didn't you?" he asked as she snickered, "It's for your own good. I know you love lard, but lard doesn't love you." She responded as he was eating what he called rabbit food. "Well, how are the kids doing?" He smiled as he looked at a picture she sent him. "Jesse's picked up a summer job at the family recording studio." "Is he any good?" "At not doing his job and playing the guitar, yes..." She laughed as he shook his head.

"My boy, my boy... And what about my little biscuit?"

"Elaine... Well, she broke up with Estella. She's back with Nat and Jerry's boy."

"You mean Jericho?"

"Mmm... " Cecelia rolled her eyes, "Apparently, and I quote, he doesn't put ranch on his greens..." She laughed as Elvis shook his head. "Well, how are you holding up, darlin'?"

"I should be asking you that..." Cecelia said as Elvis sighed, "I miss you like crazy." He sighed, "But I'm doing better... Getting cleaned up." Cecelia could hear it in his voice that he was lonely; she was too. "Well, I'm glad... The press keeps hounding me and the kids, and the label ain't too happy with my new album, let alone my new ideas for the company..." Cecelia groaned as Elvis heard the pain in her voice, "I just need you to get better, so I can hold you again." Elvis laughed as her spirit lit up; she hadn't heard him do that in so long. "I promise I will..."

4 Months Later...

Elvis, the legendary musician, sat in the lobby of the hotel, strumming his guitar as he awaited his visitors. Soon, Jerry and Natalia entered his view, and he greeted them with a warm smile. Elvis appeared healthier now, sporting a tan and no longer looking as sickly as before. Despite his improved appearance, there was still a hint of vulnerability in his gaze.

“How's she?" Elvis inquired as Natalia began to express her concerns. "Not doing good, she's depressed without you, won't eat, can't sleep," Natalia lamented. "It's as if she can't physically survive without you." Jerry, showing solidarity, also conveyed his emotional struggles. "I can't either," he shared, although his laughter held a hollow ring.

Elvis had only two months left before he would be declared clean and on the path to recovery. As Natalia asked, "Do you think you feel better?" Elvis hesitated, shaking his head as he spoke. "Although it's enough to support my family, I'm not sure if it's enough to go on tour again," he admitted with a hint of insecurity. "I'm not convinced that the fans would want to see me perform in this state. Leave it to the king to know what's best," Natalia injected humorously, well aware of the phrase's effect on Elvis.

6 Months Later...

As Jesse reluctantly stepped into the jet, he lamented, "But Mama, I hate traveling..." Elaine placed her bag carefully in the overhead compartment, and Cecelia responded, "It's for your daddy. He gets out today." Her reassuring smile provided some comfort. "Do you think he'll relapse?" Elaine inquired, searching Jesse's face for a response. "You know, I pray he doesn't," she said with a smile. Nervously anticipating his return, it felt like 1960 all over again, except instead of him returning from the service, this time it was from rehab. And instead of hiding a secret wedding, she'd be concealing his concealed addiction.

Jesse gently held his mother's hand, feeling his own nerves getting the best of him. "Mama," he said softly. She looked over at him, her eyes filled with concern. "Yes?" she replied, her voice tender. "Thank you," Jesse said, his voice filled with gratitude. "For what, honey?" she asked, her gaze unwavering. "For caring so much about us," he said with a warm smile, and then he winked at her, conveying his love and appreciation.

After a few hours of flight, their private jet touched down in California. The entourage made their way to the center in a sleek black Cadillac, turning heads as they arrived. Elvis took his time saying heartfelt goodbyes to everyone, making sure to sign a few autographs for eager fans. As he stood by the entrance, he soaked in the moment, surrounded by adoring supporters, before finally leaving the building.

"Daddy!" Was all he heard as two teenagers charged into his arms, "If it ain't trouble and my little biscuit." He chuckled kissing their foreheads,

"We missed you."Elaine cried,

"But Mama missed you more," Jesse added gesturing towards Cecelia. Elvis watched her walk over and it was almost as if she were floating toward him like an angel,

"Elvis," Cecelia said softly, reaching out to brush a loose hair from his face. As their eyes met, she couldn't help but notice the fatigue in his expression. "You look tired," he remarked, prompting a weary laugh from her. "Haven't gotten good sleep in 6 months," she admitted with a wry smile.

"Neither have I," he chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement as Cecelia caught a subtle change in his demeanor. "What's wrong, baby?" he asked, concern coloring his voice.

After a long period of dullness, she noticed a glimmer returning to his eyes and couldn't help but fix her gaze on him. With a soft, compassionate tone, she expressed, "Your eyes are sparkling again. I've missed seeing that sparkle so much." As their lips met, she leaned in and felt his arms gently wrap around her waist, pulling her closer. After the kiss, Elvis responded in soft, breathless tones, "I've missed it too..."

[voidic3ntity]

do I know myself? am I still that lonely child crying at night?

with mental imagery of darkened faces & hollow screams:

why is this pain trapped within my soul? why can't I let go?

these walls stained with such sin; I never had a childhood.