#failing mental health

[bluerosefox]

Drake Siblings

Have I read this prompt somewhere or was this a fever dream from my bored mind.

What if, now hear me out.

What if we bring up Dana Winters-Drake (whose confirmed to at least be alive in the DC verse but no one knows where she actually is)

What if instead of when she had a mental breakdown and getting committed to an Bludhaven clinc she wandered away before anyone noticed and by the time Tim or anyone did notice a lot of stuff started happening at once in both Gotham and Bludhaven (Steph dying, The Bludhaven crisis, etc etc)

Tim still tries to find her though but even with best resources it was like she just disappeared into the wilderness and the stress of trying to handle more and more problems get worse.

So when out of the blue, a couple of years later, he gets a call from an unknown number. On his private, only for friends and family, phone and when he answers he meet with a young girls voice on the other end.

A very young, maybe six or seven, girl who informs him about his apparently half-brother Danny Drake-Fenton. And how she loves Danny so, so, so much but knows her home is dangerous for him to be in.

Tim is stunned and before he could question her, she says Danny is Dana and Jack's baby and that her parents had adopted him years ago and put Dana's stuff that the hospital had away for him to look at when he was older but she just had to fight off their lunch from eating her brother and she knows he needs a better place to live and so she snooped around and found Dana's diary and that she had to unscramble the nonsense Dana wrote and found Tim's number with the words 'tell him about his brother Danny' hidden in it. And-

But before she could keep rambling she hears Danny screaming "JAZZY THE MILK WENT BAD AGAIN AND HISSED AT ME!"

Tim is left with silence after hearing Jazz yell to Danny to lock the fridge and step out of the kitchen as she gets the bat.

[uncanny-tranny]

I recently had to do a project in one of my psych classes, and man, I knew that CBT was used for every little thing, but seeing over and over, "do CBT! CBT is the best for every mental illness!" was so jarring. I'm absolutely biased because of my own experiences, but I just don't think it's as universal a treatment model as it's touted.

If you didn't benefit from CBT, it's not because you're lazy or didn't try hard enough or lacked intelligence or foresight into your own needs. Frankly, it's a therapy model that (I think) shouldn't be the only readily-accessible model and among the only therapy models covered by insurance. Some of us should not be treated in a CBT model and that's okay. It's not a sign of poor character or unreasonable demands, and if you don't think it's a model that works for you, then it's your right to express that!

[moeblob]

Ruining Hank's life with one simple introduction (for the fourth and not final time).

[anlian-aishang]

Levi with an (Episodically) Depressed S/O

Tags: levi x reader, angst, hurt-comfort, gn!reader Word count: 900

Levi invites you to shower with him, making the obstacle less daunting and much more attractive. In his black robe, leaning on your bedroom door, two towels slung over his arm indicate the knowledge that you will say yes and accompany him. The way that he looks, the low plea in his voice, how could you say no? 

It would be more accurate to say that he was bathing you, but he does not phrase it that way. Instead, he is humble, letting his actions speak louder than words. He does not tell you that he will shampoo your matted hair, does not flaunt how deliberately he exfoliates your limbs, he just does them for you. Some days, even just tipping the bottle or pumping some soap into your hand can seem mountainous. On those days, he sees those activities not as tasks, but as privileges. It is his honor to be the one looking after you in your most dire time. He would always prefer someone to take care of rather than someone to miss. 

Showering together not only ensures that you stay clean, but his company prevents you from those timeless sessions sat on the tile floor. At the moment you look refreshed but before you become sleepy, he jerks the handle to the left and halts the devastatingly relaxing rain. 

Always, your clean clothes are already folded atop the bathroom counter, waiting for you. Some times, you fail to remember that you did not put them there. Other times, you notice the sign of his relentless consideration, but are artificially silenced from expressing your gratitude. No matter in his mind. You are clean, clothed, and out of bed, and that’s already better than you were before. 

Without one complaint, Levi scoops your dampened towel and old clothes from the wet bathroom floor and drops them in the hamper for you. He has seen the piles that can amass, and if it were anyone else in any other circumstance, the clean freak would be quick to chastise, but any sight or thought of you disintegrates any instinct to discipline. You are sat in the living room, admiring the ivy that swirls around the balcony’s posts, thumbing the petals of the bouquet vased on the coffee table. White-gold rays move just a tad west to cast your figure in therapeutic light. You’re too tired to move away from the sun, and for once, Levi finds your fatigue favorable. As the morning temperature rises, he can see that your resting smile does as well. 

While you are entranced with the scenes of summer, Levi swiftly searches for and alleviates the areas you have left neglected. He dumps your sock drawer upside down and mends the pairs that you have discarded as singles. In your closet, he finds the clean pile and dirty pile and either folds it or washes it accordingly. Under your bed, on your nightstand, in your bedside drawer, he discovers the dirty dishes that have been missing the sink and returns them to their proper place. 

Between those tasks, he rolls his shoulders back or rubs the side of his neck and allows himself to sigh. It is difficult - not to bandage these tiny wounds - but to see the harsh bruises left by the illness. Sure, you were forgetful, and not quite as tidy as he was, but still - the mounds of laundry, hidden dirty dishes - this wasn’t like you. Levi lives for your joy - not the superficial smile, your peace - not the misleading silence. He lives for you - in sickness and in health. The times you forget your worth, that is when he whispers it in your ear. When the world is overwhelming you, he lets his touch communicate it. 

Once your space is in order, he can start to work on getting you to leave it. Rather than annoying reminders or obligations, he mindfully manipulates the steps of treatment into desirable invitations. Rather than Do you want to… or Would you like to…, his proposals are statements, taking the responsibility out of your hands. Concerts in the park this afternoon. Let’s go to the farmers market. Apple orchard just opened.

Or even less far away. 

Plants look thirsty, water them with me? Rain just cleared, read on the porch with me? Full moon tonight, stargaze with me?

To you, with me frames the activities, frames your presence as favors for him, and even in your lowest state, you are always keen to help him with anything. To Levi, it is no framing, your relationship is the greatest gift that fate has bestowed on him, and he treats you as such. It is in his selfless actions and his careful words, but it is more than that, traits you can’t quite categorize. The near flat, subtle smile you wake up to in the morning. The tight yet painless combs through your hair that leave you feeling divine. The low, calming timbre of his voice, decorated with a tender tone that he reserves for you. 

Even before the haze you’re in now, you’ve never been able to label those qualities of his, and instead settled: it’s just who he is. 

Like the sentiment that motivates his care: it’s what you deserve. 

// masterlist //

[theswedishpajas]

Based on my favorite gif lately

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

This election day, I'm thinking of my Nana.

I'm thinking of how as a young woman, she fled political violence in her native Colombia to build a new home in a more stable country. I'm thinking about how she lived a long life, but not long enough to see her home country elect its first ever progressive president (just a few months ago!).

Coincidentally, I was living in Colombia at that time (in the very city she grew up in), and I was able to witness what felt like a miracle. A very conservative country, suffering from the violent inheritance of colonization and catholic invasion and the war on drugs, against a backdrop of the dangerous global rise of the far right--this unlikely country managed to elect one of the most progressive heads of state in the world, in 2022. That's a pretty big deal.

And I'm thinking about this, this election day, because that election was won by a very thin margin. I'm thinking about how it almost didn't happen. I'm thinking about how it was only possible thanks to the highest voter turnout in 20 year. And I am thinking about the countless number of voters who chose to vote for the first time. I am thinking of the poorest and most disenfranchised citizens who showed up at the polls. I am thinking of the indigenous women who rode 12 hours on public buses to vote at the 'nearest' polling stations. I am thinking of all the money and corruption that went into preventing minority citizens from voting, and I'm thinking about how they showed up in the millions and voted anyway.

I am thinking that I would like to see a miracle like that in my own home country.

So if you're on the fence about waiting in line today to cast your vote, I hope that you will think--about the country you want to live in, the future you hope will unfold, and about all of the people it takes to make a miracle.

Because history may deem us nameless and faceless, but when we show up en masse, we are the ones who make history happen.

And yes, maybe also spare a thought for my Nana. Who was in fact a very angry and judgemental woman who supported the republican party for 50+ years, and who would be turning in her grave right now (if the family hadn't had her cremated). Think about the mean angry ghost of my Colombian grandmother, who very much wants you to not show up at the polls to support abortion and other sinful progressive values. Think about her. Do it for her. Do it for Nana.

[puppygirlgirldick]

i rather enjoy being the dumb silly puppy until such point that someone in a discord server needs some investing 201 level financial advice. then the business degree that has branded my soul takes over and i rattle off some john bogle shit about exchange traded funds and lazy investing portfolios in a daze.

like, i am investing fuckin couch change and spare dollars into some robinhood account just because i want to do something with this degree i've otherwise not earned a dime off of cuz it beats going to a casino, but it's really funny to just go Professor Dog and have them be impressed and then go back to barking and such.

[adhd-attention-deficit-dumbass]

”Failing doesn’t mean you have to quit”- Tips from a university student with ADHD📚

So I’ve been in uni for like….*squints at calendar* almost 5 years, (yikes) and in that time I’ve learned the value of failing.

More specificly I failed a lot of tests, handed in a bunch of assignments late and what I learned from these experiences is that failing an exam…or several of them, is not the end of the world and perhaps more importantly not the end of your plans for the future. I was convinced at several points during these years that because I failed an exam or even a whole course, it would be the end of my academic future and possibly career. I never thought I’d ever graduate but here I am five years later with a bachelor’s degree and now on my way to a master’s.

Failing doesn’t mean you have to quit what you’re doing or give up on your dreams.

It just means you have to get up and try again and if it’s one thing people with ADHD are good at it’s trying. We’re always trying to do better, improve our lives, and as long as you keep trying you’ve never truly failed.

[nobodysdaydreams]

Is this anything?

[cryptonature]

Failure is a matter of perspective.

It’s also inevitable and often productive.

First, make sure the perspective

is actually yours.

Second, accept that failure has no bearing

on our intrinsic worth

and the peace we deserve.

Those who say different

are grasping for control of your story

and are often selling a “solution”

you do not need.

[bonesashesglass]

Hello, I know it can be extremely overwhelming to see all these fundraisers to help people escape the genocide of Gaza, knowing that there’s no way you can possibly support them all.

That’s okay. It shouldn’t fall on the people that are barely getting by themselves to fund these, especially when there’s people with enough money and power to meet the goals of all these fundraisers in the blink of an eye, but instead turn their backs

This genocide is being committed by the cruel, hateful, and heartless, and being supported by the wealthy, powerful, and selfish. The world is run by these kinds of people, so we need to show we vastly outnumber their hate with our kindness.

The next time you get overwhelmed with the amount of people posting fundraisers, with the amount of people needing help to escape genocide, please try to not look at it with horror, or sadness. Try to see the goodness and kindness in it, because what you’re seeing is the little people doing whatever they possibly can with what little they have to try to help people they’ve probably never even met. Just no matter what you do, don’t look away.

Keep doing whatever you can. Even if it’s sharing a post, or donating a couple dollars to even just one fundraiser.

The genocide will end. We have to keep going until then. Humanity stands with Palestine.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/rebuilding-lives-a-mothers-plea-for-hope-and-safety-in-gaz?lang=en_US&utm_campaign=fp_sharesheet&utm_medium=customer&utm_source=copy_link

https://www.gofundme.com/f/Helping-Ahmed-Family-Escaping-War-New-Life?lang=en_US&utm_campaign=fp_sharesheet&utm_medium=customer&utm_source=copy_link

[astriiformes]

Guess who got straight As for the first time since early high school :)

[thepeacefulgarden]

Numbers that don't define your worth:

The number of people you have or haven't slept with.

The number on the scale.

The height of your heels.

The length of your dress, pants, shorts, or skirt.

The depth of your neckline.

The width of your waistline.

The measurements of various body parts.

Your BMI.

Your fasting glucose, cholesterol, A1C, or any other labs.

The number of children you've had.

How many of those children are boys.

How many relationships you've been in.

How many times you've been married.

How many days you've been sober.

The number of trophies on your shelf.

Your income.

Your credit score.

How many extracurriculars you're involved in.

The number of likes you have on whatever content you post.

The number of followers you have on social media.

The number of friends you have in real life.

How many parties you get invited to.

Your age.

How much weight you can lift bench press.

How many push-ups, sit-ups, chin-ups, etc. you can do.

Your height.

The numbers on your clothing tags.

The number of degrees and certificates you have.

The number of houses you own.

The number of hours you work each week.

Your GPA.

[bearsinpotatosacks]

Anyone ever think about how if Lizzie didn't invite Angel Changretta as her date to Tommy’s wedding, none of the rest of the show would’ve happened? No meeting with the Changrettas, John doesn't kill Angel, no one goes after Tommy but kills Grace instead, Tommy doesn't have to grieve her so he doesn't hallucinate her later on, there's no Vendetta so John's alive. I'm not sure how the end of s3 would go? Tommy doesn't have a reason to kill Alfie for selling him out, Aberama Golde doesn't come into it as protection, not sure if Tommy would still go into politics but I'm thinking he would. Would season 5 go the same? Would Tommy even get involved with Moseley? Season 6 would be radically different, he’s not married to Lizzie, so no Ruby.

[syvrae]

tell me what's on your mind , huh

[toastydumpster]

my hero