#female mental health

[haggishlyhagging]

Another way to solve the paradox of depressed wives reporting their marriages as happy is to view the socialization process as one which "deforms" them in order to fit them for marriage as now structured. We cut the motivational wings of young women or bind their intellectual feet, all the time reassuring them that it is all for their own good. Otherwise, no one would love them or marry them or take care of them. Or, if anyone did, they would be unhappy and feel caged if they had wings and could not fly, or unbound feet and could not run.

There may have been a time when this made sense. It might well be asked if it still does. But whether it makes sense or not, we are quite remarkably successful. We do not clip wings or bind feet, but we do make girls sick. For to be happy in a relationship which imposes so many impediments on her, as traditional marriage does, a woman must be slightly ill mentally. Women accustomed to expressing themselves freely could not be happy in such a relationship; it would be too confining and too punitive. We therefore "deform" the minds of girls, as traditional Chinese used to deform their feet, in order to shape them for happiness in marriage. It may therefore be that married women say they are happy because they are sick rather than sick because they are married.

There are some researchers who believe that this is indeed the case. They note that our standards of mental health for men are quite different from those for women, that if we judged women by the standards which we apply to men they would show up as far from well. A generation ago, Terman could judge women who were conformist, conservative, docile, unaggressive, lacking in decisiveness, cautious, nontolerant to be emotionally stable and well balanced. They were the women who had achieved an adjustment standard of mental health. They fitted the situation they were trained from infancy to fit. They enjoyed conformity to it. They were his "happily" married women.

But modern clinicians see them in a different light. Inge K. Broverman and her associates, for example, ask whether a constellation of traits which includes "being more submissive, less independent, less adventurous, more easily influenced, less aggressive, less competitive, more excitable in minor crises, having their feelings more easily hurt, being more emotional, more conceited about their appearance, less objective"—a constellation of traits which a set of clinicians attributed to mature adult women—isn't a strange way of "describing any mature, healthy individual." These researchers conclude that we have a double standard of mental health, one for men and one for women. We incorporate into our standards of mental health for women the defects necessary for successful adjustment in marriage.

We do our socializing of girls so well, in fact, that many wives, perhaps most, not only feel that they are fulfilled by marriage but even hotly resent anyone who raises questions about their marital happiness. They have been so completely shaped for their dependency and passivity that the very threat of changes that would force them to greater independence frightens them. They have successfully come to terms with the conditions of their lives. The do not know any other They do not know that other patterns of living might yield greater satisfactions, or want to know. Their cage can be open. They will stay put.

-Jessie Bernard, The Future of Marriage

[thecreativemillennial]

The hell tna put this poor woman and the effect it had on her mental health. May she rest in peace

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[yourthoughtsreallymatter]

about me + blog goal/purpose

about me

My name is Dania! I’m 16 and I’m a highschool junior.

My main interests right now are clothes, makeup, manga, writing, and music. My favorite manga of all time is Slam Dunk ( my favs in that are Eiji Sawakita and Hisashi Mitsui, for yall that know of SD ).

I run a slam dunk headcanons account, it’s @slamdunkhcs

I’m an extrovert!! I like talking to people and socializing

I work at Dunkin Donuts LMAO, I have a love/hate relationship with it

I LOVE cats, I have a pet cat and he’s the LOML

I live in the US, but I want to move to Turkey for university. I visited Istanbul in December 2021 and I basically fell in love with it

I’m trying to learn how to play basketball right now

blog goal / purpose

Tbh my motive for making this blog isn’t very solid.

I lost a friend I really valued because I said something really shitty. I made a “joke” about Rihanna’s abuse, and by the time I reflected on how awful it was to do that, it was too late.

I can’t take what I had said, but I want to do the next best thing and learn from it. And I want to help others and become more considerate

The other reason was because I had done a project towards the end of my sophomore year with some friends. We made a website where females could anonymously vent about their problems and others could reply anonymously. This site never got used, but it made me think “What if i made a tumblr blog with all that”

And here i am now lol. My goal for this blog is to make a space for girls to safely vent their feelings and to try to help the best I can.

I will upload another post soon with rules/info but feel free to submit to that inbox rn!!!

[athenabehavioralhealth]

7 Common Symptoms of Bipolar Disorder In Females

Bipolar disorder is a mental health condition that affects millions of people worldwide. While both men and women can develop bipolar disorder, there are differences in how it manifests in females. Understanding the symptoms specific to women is crucial for accurate diagnosis and effective treatment. Mentioned below are the seven common symptoms of bipolar disorder in females:

1.Extreme Mood Swings: One of the hallmark bipolar disorder symptoms in females is experiencing intense mood swings. In females, these mood swings can be more frequent and intense. Women with bipolar disorder may shift between periods of euphoria and elevated mood (known as mania) and periods of deep depression. These episodes can last for days or even weeks.

2.Depression: Females with bipolar disorder often experience prolonged and severe episodes of depression. They may feel overwhelming sadness, loss of interest in activities, changes in appetite and sleep patterns, fatigue, and difficulty concentrating. These depressive episodes can significantly impact daily functioning and quality of life.

3.Rapid Cycling: Rapid cycling refers to the frequent transition between manic and depressive episodes. Women with bipolar disorder are more likely to experience rapid cycling compared to men. This can be particularly challenging as it disrupts stability and makes it harder to manage the condition effectively.

4.Mixed States: Bipolar disorder in women can also present as mixed states, where symptoms of mania and depression coexist. This can lead to feelings of agitation, restlessness, irritability, and impulsivity. Mixed states are often associated with an increased risk of self-harm or suicide, making early intervention crucial.

5.Hormonal Influence: Women's hormonal fluctuations can significantly impact the symptoms of bipolar disorder. Some females may notice an exacerbation of symptoms during specific phases of their menstrual cycle, such as premenstrual syndrome (PMS) or the postpartum period. Tracking these patterns and communicating them to healthcare professionals for a more comprehensive treatment approach is essential. 

6.Anxiety and Panic Attacks: Anxiety disorders commonly co-occur with bipolar disorder in women. Females may experience intense anxiety, worry, and panic attacks, which can further complicate the management of their bipolar symptoms. Addressing both bipolar disorder and anxiety simultaneously is crucial for effective treatment.

7.Impaired Social and Occupational Functioning: Bipolar disorder can significantly impair a woman's social and occupational functioning. Extreme mood swings, energy fluctuations, and cognitive difficulties can make it challenging to maintain stable relationships, hold down a job, or pursue educational goals. Seeking professional help is essential to develop coping strategies and improve overall functioning.

Seeking Professional Help

When it comes to mental health treatment, specialized facilities that cater exclusively to women can provide unique benefits. Athena OKAS in Gurgaon is one such mental health treatment facility in India that focuses on the specific needs of women with bipolar disorder and other mental health conditions. Their holistic approach combines evidence-based therapies, medication management, and support from a multidisciplinary team of mental health professionals.

Athena OKAS offers a safe and nurturing environment where women can receive personalized care and support. The facility recognizes the unique challenges faced by women with bipolar disorder and tailors treatment plans accordingly. From individual therapy to group sessions and educational workshops, the comprehensive programs at Athena OKAS aim to empower women to manage their condition effectively and lead fulfilling lives.

If you or someone you know is experiencing symptoms of bipolar disorder, it is important to seek help from a qualified mental health professional. Facilities like Athena OKAS in Gurgaon provide specialized treatment exclusively for women, offering a supportive environment for women with bipolar disorder to heal and thrive. Remember, seeking help is the first step towards a healthier and more balanced life. To know more about our treatment plans, call us at 9289730444 or drop us an email at info@athenaokas.com

[athenaokas]

Women's Mental Health Facilities: Improving Women's Mental Health

Mental health is a crucial aspect of overall well-being, and it is influenced by various factors, including cultural and social contexts. Women, in particular, face unique challenges that can impact their mental health. Among these multiple factors, there’s an intricate relationship between cultural and social factors and women's mental health. Let us take a closer look at these factors and how Centre for Women's Mental Health help in dealing with mental health challenges faced by women.

Understanding Cultural Factors

Culture plays a significant role in shaping the experiences and perceptions of women. Be it cultural norms, values, or expectations, culture can exert both positive and negative influences on women’s mental health. In some cultures, gender roles and expectations may limit women's autonomy and contribute to feelings of powerlessness and low self-esteem. Cultural stigmas surrounding mental health can also discourage women from seeking help and support.

Social Factors and Women's Mental Health

Social factors, such as socioeconomic status, education, employment, and social support networks, also significantly impact women's mental health. Women who face economic hardships or limited educational opportunities may experience higher levels of stress, anxiety, and depression. Social support networks, including family, friends, and community, play a vital role in buffering the negative effects of stress and promoting mental well-being.

Intersectionality and Women's Mental Health

The concept of intersectionality recognizes that women's experiences are shaped not only by their gender but also by other aspects of their identity, such as race, ethnicity, sexuality, and disability. Women from marginalized groups often face additional barriers and discrimination, leading to increased vulnerability to mental health issues. Women's Mental Health Facilities must consider these intersectional factors to provide inclusive and culturally sensitive care.

Importance of Women's Mental Health Facilities

Women's Mental Health Facilities or a Centre for Women's Mental Health or Women's Centre for Mental Health, play a pivotal role in addressing the specific needs of women. These specialized facilities provide comprehensive and gender-responsive mental health services, tailored to the unique challenges faced by women. They offer a safe and supportive environment where women can seek professional help, counselling, and therapy.

The Role of Women's Mental Health Services Near Me

Having access to Women's Mental Health Services near one's location is essential for timely and effective intervention. Local facilities enable women to access support without having to travel long distances, which can be a significant barrier, especially for those with limited resources or mobility issues. Seeking Women's Mental Health Services near me ensures that women receive the care they need in a convenient and accessible manner.

Support for Women's Mental Health

Cultural and social factors play a profound role in shaping women's mental health. By understanding and addressing these factors, we can create a supportive environment that promotes women's mental well-being. Women's Mental Health Facilities are invaluable resources in providing gender-responsive care that recognizes the unique challenges women face. If there’s someone you know – a friend or a family member, who is dealing with any form of mental illness and is looking for a specialised treatment centre for women, then Athena OKAS is the right choice.

Athena OKAS is one of the most trusted and reliable residential mental health treatment facilities that designs specialised treatment programsbased on their condition. We focus on mental, spiritual, physical, and emotional well-being of women dealing with any form of mental illness. With a team of experienced professionals, round the clock care providers, clean & comfortable accommodation, and fully resourced therapy rooms, our gender-specific setting allows women to communicate more openly and freely. Sounds interesting? To know the complete details about our treatment plans and facilities, contact us at 9289730444 or drop us an email info@athenaokas.com at and our representative will contact you shortly.         

[radifemsara]

I don't give a damn about men's mental health since little girls are offing themselves because boys post deep fakes of them and post their naked pics online. I really could not care less about male mental health when they destroy ours daily.

[adeadgirlspoetry]

We’re only what we pretend we aren’t.

[p1nkblog]

Self-love! ‎ ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

i will attract a deeper love and appreciation for myself. it’s going to be okay 🧸ྀི

　　 　　 ˚ 　　　 . ✧　

[la1npilledg1rl]

[haggishlyhagging]

Depression is commonplace among women because housework is boring, sex is boring, cooking is boring, children are boring, and the woman resents being bored but cannot change it. Depression is commonplace among women because women are often angry at the conditions of their lives, at what they must do because they are women, at the way they are treated because they are women; and depression truly is anger turned inward. Depression is commonplace among women because a woman's life is often a series of dead ends, joy in which is the measure of femininity. A decade or two ago, doctors prescribed amphetamines with a reckless abandon. Now they are more cautious, and not only because amphetamines wreak havoc on the human body: amphetamines lead women away from femininity toward aggression, social dysphoria, and a paranoia that threatens the women's compliance as a sexual partner; tranquilizers and sleeping pills interfere much less with the female life as it should be lived, no matter how serious the addiction. Doctors justify the use of amphetamines—by those 12 million women users in one year, for instance—in terms of getting women thinner. Women get the drug by saying they want or need to be thinner no matter how thin they are; or doctors prescribe the drug without explanation as to its qualities and effects—especially they make no reference to its addictive nature and to the high it produces. The woman knows her value is in becoming what the man wants to have; she has no sense of self outside his evaluation of what she should be. Male doctors essentially share the same male values; and women accept their authority as men, not just as doctors. The woman's body is evaluated according to a sexual aesthetic, not according to a medical ethic. Amphetamines prescribed by a doctor reinforce the misogynist rule that a woman's only wealth is her body as an object; and that any act of self-destruction—like taking amphetamines—is both justified and sexually enhancing if it makes her what men want. Doctors accept and sometimes encourage this logic; doctors often subscribe to it and pass it on to women. If women are not thin, what are they? This is not a standard that can be applied to a respected or self-respecting individual or to a respected or self-respecting group; it is applied ruthlessly to women and it is not applied to men.

-Andrea Dworkin, Right Wing Women

[27paperlilies]

I promise you it gets better.

A version of you somewhere in time and motion is smiling, eyes bright and heart full. Please wait to meet them, they have something to tell you.

When days are gray and mind in decay, close your eyes and picture another day. They exist I can assure you, new days with better beginnings and happy endings. All ahead of darkend times, the sunlight peeks golden in due time. Its going to be fine.

[yourthoughtsreallymatter]

I hate how insecure I am, I hate that I care about guys so much I hate that I enjoy their validation and I am embarrassed that I can’t stop creating stupid scenarios in my head. I am sad and pathetic and It hurts more bc I am fully aware of all of this... wish I could be normal and not fall for random guys out of nowhere I am such a hopeless romantic I guess

Hey anon, what you said kinda reminded me of how I used to feel. I hope my advice helps a bit, and feel free to message me.

I want to tell you that boys are dumb and to not worry about them, but its completely normal to want them to like you ngl.

For the most part though, boys are MADDD dumb. Especially younger ones. They act dumb to girls and they’re very immature. But there are good ones, and the right one will come around. Your dream boy is most likely busy working out and getting his education so he’ll be mad fine and perfect when he meets you.

In the meantime, fall in love with something else. The nice thing in life is that there’s alot to fall in love with — fall in love with yourself, a hobby you like, an artist you listen to, a series you love watching, or pretty scenery around you. The more you invest in things like that, the happier fyou’ll be without needing a boy’s love.

This is just my opinion, but I think the best time to get into a relationship is when you’re already in love with yourself and your life, and the guy is just a bonus. When you dont feel good about yourself, you’ll take BS from some ugly loser boy, and it’ll hurt you more in the long run.

I hope you live your life and not worry about them too much. I just know you’re mad fine and too good to worry about loser boys LMAO. And message me if you want!!!

[unsolved-duvall]

𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 - 𝐞.𝐦.

eddie munson x fem!reader

summary you're falling apart and no one can see it. apart from eddie, and he wants to do whatever he can to help you. but you're used to doing everything by yourself. (3.9k)

warnings mental health, anxiety, talks of depression, mentions of suicidal thoughts, brief talk of body image issues, crying, lots of emotions, fluff, brief kissing, this is kind of a heavy one so please bear that in mind <3

It was never pretty when you finally let all of your emotions out. It’s why you rarely let yourself feel them. 

But if you didn’t let yourself feel them you worried you would drown in them. They would take over your whole being and there wouldn’t be enough of you left for you to recognise when you looked in the mirror. 

Everyone always told you there was nothing wrong with you. That you weren’t broken like you insisted each time their monotone voices tried to snap you out of a bad episode. You almost wanted to be broken, you wanted there to be a reason you felt like this. Because if there wasn’t, and this was just how you were. Then you weren’t sure you could live like that. At least if there was something wrong with you, you could blame everything on that. You could blame the way you push people away on that. You could blame the way you self-sabotage on that. 

You could blame the way you find so much comfort in sadness on that. 

You had felt yourself slipping into that mirror-image version of yourself this whole week. The version of yourself that was there, but wasn’t really there. Your voice wasn’t your own. Every word you said felt like you were reading it off a teleprompter, saying precisely what everyone around you wanted to hear so they could convince themselves that you were alright. 

So you did just that. You smiled when you had to. Spoke only when you couldn’t avoid it. And no one noticed. 

Apart from one. 

Because Eddie always noticed. 

You hadn’t been together for very long. You certainly hadn’t been together long enough for Eddie to see you like this. But he knew nonetheless that something was wrong. 

It was why he had asked you to come round tonight. Wayne would be at work, as usual, and he wanted to spend the night with you. 

When Eddie had told you that, he quickly clarified through blushing cheeks and a peal of nervous laughter that he didn’t mean ‘spend the night with you’ in that way. He just wanted you there. 

So you said okay. Told him you would be there at seven. He smiled an almost sickly-sweet smile and pulled you in for a hug, too tight to be casual, and told you he’d see you then; his hand resting on your arm even after you had pulled away from the hug. 

You knew he knew. You knew he’d ask you about it. About why you were so… you didn’t know what you were. But it wasn’t you.  

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It was a cold night. The bitter air bit at your face and tried to fight its way through the layers you were wearing. The sharp pain that shot through your hands at the coldness was almost therapeutic. It distracted you for just a second and was enough to make your mind go quiet. Which was something you had never been able to do. 

You knocked on the trailer door and took a step back, waiting for Eddie to open it. But instead, you heard his voice ring out from inside, telling you to come in. You were sure the whole trailer park must have heard him. The boy did not have a quiet bone in his body. 

Pushing the door open you were met with a comforting warmth and the yellow light from the lamps dotted around the trailer lit up your face. You dropped your bag to the floor and pulled your sleeves down, tucking your hands away in them, letting the heat sink deep into your bones. 

Eddie appeared a few seconds later, popping his head up from where he was knelt down behind a kitchen counter. 

“Angel!” 

He always called you that. And even so, it still made your heart swell whenever he called out to you. 

“Hey Eddie,” your voice came out much quieter than you intended it to. You were trying to put on a brave face, or whatever the fuck your counsellor had called it. Apparently, you had a bad habit of pretending you were okay when you weren’t. You didn’t need a professional to tell you that, but sure. Thanks. 

Eddie’s face dropped slightly, his smile fading for a second before he composed himself. His face lit back up if only slightly more forced than before, and stood up. 

“I uh- I was trying to find your popcorn. You know the one with the chocolate and stuff mixed in?”

You nodded, taking a seat on one of the chairs that hadn’t been pushed back under the table, pulling a leg up to rest your chin on your knee. 

“Yeah but I can’t- I can’t find it,” Eddie’s brows scrunched up in confusion and he spun round a couple of times, his eyes darting across the kitchen. 

You couldn’t help the smile that tried to tug at your lips. He looked like a lost child. But you loved him anyway. 

Not that you had told him you loved him yet. It seemed too soon and, if you were being honest, the idea of telling anyone, even Eddie, that you loved them scared the shit out of you. 

So instead of saying “you’re an idiot you know that? I love you though.” 

You said, “I think I finished it last time I was here.”

Eddie stopped abruptly, his hair flying around him as he halted his movements and flicked his eyes over to meet yours. 

“You did?” He sounded genuinely upset, you weren’t sure why, it was just popcorn. 

“I think so,” You watched as Eddie leaned against the counter, and you switched your legs around, dropping the right one to the floor and resting your chin on your left knee instead.

“Remember last Tuesday? It was storming outside so we stayed in and watched all those films. I ate it then.”

“Oh- I don’t remember you eating it?”

“Yeah, that’s because you fell asleep ten minutes after you lay down next to me” 

“You were playing with my hair! It is completely on you that I fell asleep” Eddie laughed between words, and you wished you could laugh too. But you couldn’t. 

Eddie picked up on whatever it was you were feeling and his laughter died down as he cleared his throat, a not-so-subtle tell that he felt unsure of what he was meant to say or do. 

You hated that it was you who made him feel like that. You hated that you were such a burden to everyone around you; you hated the way you could make even the happiest people feel sad, just by being in the same room as you. It was like you were draining to be around. 

“I’m gonna go and uh- go and get changed if that’s okay?” You stood up and waited for Eddie to respond, he seemed to be distracted now, his eyes almost looking through you rather than at you. 

“Oh yeah- yeah, of course, sweetheart. I’ll order a pizza for us, yeah?” 

“That sounds good, Eds” 

Eddie smiled at you. It was a painful smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. As you walked past him he reached a hand out and let it rest on your back until you were too far away. 

You made your way to his room and heard him shuffle around behind you. You should say something, right? Tell him you were okay. Reassure him? 

You wanted to. You were going to. But then your hand was on the door handle and you had walked into Eddie’s room without saying anything to him. It was like you were fighting a constant battle with your own mind. You knew what you wanted to say and do, but you still couldn’t manage it.   

Eddie made sure you knew very quickly into the relationship that you were welcome to wear any of his clothes. In fact, he encouraged it. So, instead of bringing pyjamas with you, you had made the executive decision to wear Eddie’s clothes tonight. 

You flicked on the lamp in his room and knelt down by the dresser, pulling out some of his clothes.

You settled on an old-band tee (if you were being honest, you didn’t recognise the band. You were getting better at knowing Eddie’s music, but you were still learning. And Eddie was more than happy to tell you everything about them). 

You threw on the already oversized tee and pulled on a pair of his clean boxers over your underwear to wear as shorts. 

You already felt safer. His clothes smelt like him. They wrapped you up in a warm hug and told you everything would be fine. You just wished you could believe it.

You turned on your heel and noticed something you had somehow not seen when you walked into his room. His bed. It was made up with fresh sheets on it and smelt like… flowers? Almost as if someone had sprayed perfume on the bed. 

And there was a toothbrush and toothpaste lying on the pillow, as well as an eye mask. You walked over to it and ran your fingers over the pillow. Fuck. 

You didn’t realise you were crying until your vision went blurry. Your head started spinning and in a moment of upset, you sank to the floor, sitting with your back resting against the wall and you let the tears fall.

Before you could wipe them away you heard the bedroom door open, you spun round and saw Eddie standing there, his eyes flicking between you and the bed. His face filled with dread and you could physically see the internal battle he was having with himself over what he should say or do first. 

“Baby- baby, hey don’t cry. It’s okay”

You hid behind your hands. It was a childish move, but it made you feel safe. You didn’t want him to see you like this. You heard him moving around, his footsteps carried across the room as he made his way over to the bed, sitting down on it, giving you as much space as you needed. 

“Sweet- hey, I didn’t do it for that.” 

Huh? 

“I- I told Wayne you were coming to stay for the night and he told me I should make sure you were comfortable here. He took me out to buy you some toiletries and fresh sheets for the bed because apparently mine are too old and even he doesn’t trust them, which I think is rude to be honest- but anyway, that’s- that’s what all this is.” 

Eddie took a much-needed breath before he picked up the eye mask and twirled it around in his hands. 

“It’s all for you so it’s like being at home. You have one of these, right?” You didn’t answer, still crying and not even looking at him. 

“I can sleep on the couch, I was going to! There are blankets and pillows out there for me. I don’t want you to feel like you staying the night meant- fuck. I just wanted it to be nice, I’m so sorry” 

Oh.

Oh, you loved him more than you could ever tell him. 

“It’s okay” Your voice was small but you needed him to know that was not why you were crying. At all. In fact, that idea hadn’t even crossed your mind. Eddie had made sure you knew there was absolutely no rush, no pressure, to do anything that you didn’t feel comfortable with. 

“I wasn’t- I’m sorry I wasn’t crying because of that,” You still weren’t looking at him, but you had dropped your hand from your face. You now stared at the floor, anywhere but looking at him. 

“Well- oh. But, baby? Why were you crying then? Are you… does something hurt? Do you need me to get you something?” Eddie’s soft voice hit every nerve in you and brought the tears back to your eyes. You let them fall down your cheeks freely; there was no point in hiding them anymore. He had already seen what a mess you were. 

“It’s nothing. I’m fine” 

Fine. 

You didn’t believe it, and evidently, neither did Eddie because he said your full name and that grabbed your attention. Because he never did that. 

“You need to talk to me.” His voice had changed. It was still soft but there was something lining it that made you feel like you had disappointed him. 

Of course, you could never disappoint him. But he was worried as hell about you. He had barely slept last night because of you. He had picked up on your change in demeanour for a few days now, but he wanted to give you space. But he couldn’t do that anymore. 

“You need to talk to me because you’re scaring me.” 

You were scaring him? 

“Eddie I-” 

“I have tried. I have tried to give you space but- baby, I don’t know what to do anymore. I thought you would come to me, talk to me. But you haven’t and I can’t just sit back and pretend I don’t see you slowly killing yourself.” 

You had one hand picking at a loose carpet thread and the other one resting on your knee, digging your nails in until you knew you had have crescent-shaped scars there tomorrow. 

“I’m sorry.” It was all you could say. All you could force yourself to say. 

For a beat, Eddie didn’t say anything, and you worried you had annoyed him. You were ready for him to get up and walk out. 

But he didn’t- 

“Come here,” He moved back on the bed, leaning against the wall to give you space to sit however you wanted. 

You thought about staying where you were. But something inside you had you moving to sit next to him before you could think about it for very long. You climbed onto the bed and sat next to him, shoulder to shoulder. You didn’t look at him, and you didn’t move when he tried to pull you against him. 

You didn’t know why you wouldn’t let him love you. 

“Talk to me, baby.” His voice was as quiet as yours had once been. 

“I don’t know what to say.” 

“Say whatever you need to say.” 

“I-” 

Fuck why was this so hard. You should be able to talk to him, if there was anyone in the world you could talk to, it was him. And yet, here you were. 

“I just want to feel okay again.” 

“Oh, sweetheart.” You had just pulled his heart out and broken it in two. He had never heard you speak like this. He had never heard you speak and have your voice break from the raw pain you were feeling. He wanted, no needed, to make you feel safe. 

“I’m so sorry. What can I- what can I do? Tell me, please.” He was all but down on his knees begging you to tell him how he could help you. 

“I don’t know. I don’t know Eddie because if I knew I wouldn’t feel like this, would I?”

Shit. You didn’t mean to say that. You don’t even know where that came from. 

“I’m sor-”

“Don��t apologize. It’s good, this is good,” Eddie placed a hesitant hand on your leg, and when you didn’t flinch away he let it rest there. An anchor to keep you here with him. A gentle reminder that you weren’t alone. No matter how alone you felt. “Showing emotion is good, sweetheart. No matter what it is.” 

“I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I don’t know why I did that.” 

“Maybe because you feel scared. Maybe you don’t know how you feel right now and that’s really scary, to not understand our own emotions.” 

God, if anyone ever called him dumb again you were going to dropkick them because he may just be the smartest person you have ever met. 

You leant into him a bit more, your head resting above his shoulder. It felt good to be close to him. He made you feel okay again. 

“I just feel- I just feel so… numb. I know I’m not okay. But I don’t know why, I don’t know why I feel this way but I do. I feel this weight in my chest and it-” your voice broke as you started to cry again, but you pushed through, because it was Eddie. 

“It feels like I can’t breathe. Because I wake up and I don’t even get one second of calm before the anxiety hits and my heart is racing and I have these horrible thoughts. And I feel like that all the time. I overthink everything and I convince myself that everyone hates me and- it’s so tiring. I hate myself. I hate what I look like like, I hate my own brain, I just hate myself. I feel so uncomftorable in my own body. And I’m not important, I’m not interesting, I’m not…anything. I feel like everyone else is okay and I am just drowning every second of every day and I have to pretend I’m okay because there are people who have it way, way worse. And every day I wake up and I wish-” You cut yourself off abruptly. 

“You wish what, sweets?” Eddie asked you, his hand on your leg now rubbing soothing circles into it. 

“I wish I didn’t have to wake up.” 

In a split second Eddie had pulled you into him and had his arms wrapped so tightly around you that you weren’t sure where he ended and you began. You buried your head inbetween his neck and his shoulder and let yourself need him. 

You let yourself need someone else for the first time. You clinged to him like a lifeline and let him breathe life back into you. Your hands went under his t-shirt and you let them run up and down his back. Eddie was holding onto you too tightly to even move a limb. You heard his little shh shh shh’s and I’ve got you’s before you noticed you were crying. 

And the you let yourself feel everything you had pushed so far down you almost forgot how much it hurt. 

“It’s so hard. Everything is so hard and I don’t think I can do it. I don’t think I’m strong enough.” Eddie had to fight to hear your words through the gut-wrenching sobs you were finally letting out. But he did listen. He would listen for the rest of his life if you needed him to. 

So that’s what he did. He listened to you. You told him everything, you told him everything you were feeling and he sat and he took in every word. It was hard, for both of you, but it was desperately needed. Because it wasn’t until you truly spoke the words out loud for the first time that you realised how close to the edge you had been. 

Eventually you ended up curled into Eddie’s side. Your legs were tangled together and you had your arms wrapped around him. One hand slid under his t-shirt to rest on his chest, it grounded you somehow, to feel him. He kept a tight hold on you the entire time, his calming hands rubbing up and down your arms and his lips pressing delicate kisses on the top of your head every few minutes. 

Whenever he could hear you getting emotional again he would cut in with some comforting words, “You’re okay, I’ve got you” and  “I’m so proud of you, baby”. 

Eventually your words died out and you lay in slience for a few minutes until Eddie said “Can I say something?” 

You nodded against his chest and he gently tapped on your arms before pulling you up to look at him. 

“You are the most incredible person I have ever met. Every day you just amaze me. The way you talk- shit, the way you talk about the things you love? Oh my god, I could listen to you talk about your interests for hours. Because you get this little gleam in your eye and you do thing where you don’t even finish your first thought before you’re moving onto the next thing.” You watched him talk, you let him talk instead of cutting him off and insisting he was wrong. 

“Baby you are so fucking strong. You just keep fighting and I don’t know how you do it. Because you do it on your own, and it kills me to watch. It kills me to watch you close yourslef off from everyone else and fight on your own. I just- I just want to be there for you. I want you to come to me when you need help, and I know you won’t do that just yet- maybe not ever. Because you’re not used to having that, but that’s okay because I will wait for you, i will always be here ready to catch you or fall with you or sit and cry with you, if that’s what you need.” 

You were crying again and Eddie lifted a hand to wipe away the tears that were staining your flushed cheeks. 

“And you’re so beautiful it kills me that you don’t see that. There is not one goddamn thing I would change about you. Nothing. I swear on my life, fuck I swear on Wayne’s life, I think you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Everything about you makes me feel week in the knees baby I swear.” Eddie’s saccharine sweet voice found it’s home in you and calmed something inside you that you thought could never be calmed. 

“I love you.” It was all you could say. Those were the only three words you could muster that encapsulated how you felt right now. And it scared you to death to say them, but you figured that if loving someone scared you that meant it was the real thing. 

Without missing a beat Eddie said, “I love you too.” 

He pulled you to him and kissed you. It was gentle, sweet. You breathed him in and let his lips say everything else you weren’t ready to hear yet. You kissed until you had to pull away reluctantly to breathe. 

Eddie rest his forehead against yours and you both closed your eyes for a second, simply being with each other was enough. 

Until- “Wait, didn’t you order a pizza?” 

“No. I knew something was going on with you and I couldn’t do anything until I knew you were okay.” 

“Oh.” 

“Oh I’m sorry did you want a pizza?” Eddie’s voice was laced with sarcasm as he pulled away from you to stare at you. It made you laugh. 

“No, I just want you.” You told him, pushing him down flat agains the bed and moving to rest your head on his chest. Eddie let you move him, he let you lie curled into the side of him, half on top of him, before he pulled a blanket over both of you. 

“Can you stay in here tonight. I don’t want you to sleep on the couch.” Your voice was muffled by the way you buried your head against his chest, but he still heard you. 

“Yeah angel, I’m not going anywhere.” 

That’s how you fell asleep that night, with Eddie’s arms wrapped around you and so close to him that there wasn’t even room left for air to get between the two of you. You slept so deeply that night that you knew you didn’t ever want to sleep without Eddie again. 

Which was good. Because Eddie wasn’t planning on letting you go anytime soon.

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authors note i wrote this last week during a very difficult time. this is very self-indulgent. the writing is not good, i wrote this with no outline, no plot, nothing. i know this is not my best work at all but i still wanted to post it. you've been warned <3

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