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bpdcrybaby213 · 1 year
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Sometimes I want to let the mental illness consume me fully so I can stop fighting and not be exhausted anymore. Sometimes I want to give up and feel the release.
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prayingfordemise · 3 months
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FUCK THIS PLACE, FUCK EVERYTHING, FUCK EVERYONE, I HATE EVERYTHING. I JUST WANT TO FUCKING DIE OMG
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the-apology-dance · 5 months
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Post Armageddon Headcanon
I refuse to believe that Aziraphale, Crowley, or both DIDN’T get thrown into a breakdown from how mentally and emotionally exhausted they were after the fight against the four horsemen and Satan himself. Combined with their executions.
Honestly so much emotionally charged events happened leading up to what very well could’ve been the end of the world that they both just suppressed because they didn’t have the time to dwell on it.
The bandstand conversation. The bookshop fire. Aziraphale discorporated himself. Crowley seriously drove through fire. Saw how the other would die. Could’ve very well have gotten themselves killed on multiple occasions.
I wouldn’t be surprised if one (or both) of them just started sobbing on that bench in St. James’ Park as everything caught up with them.
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sunnynwanda · 8 months
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Trouble of Mind
It's been a week. A week since Hero did something unacceptable. It wasn't exactly forbidden, more like a rule they imposed on themselves for ethical reasons. No matter how much they needed information reading Villain's mind was always out of the question.
They did it a week ago. Amidst the battle, for no particular reason. A thought had flickered behind Villain's gaze only to disappear in the dark pools. And Hero followed. Unconscious at first, an impulse that drew them in. That was the biggest mistake they had ever made. And it backfired.
Villain had no idea why they jerked away so quickly and accepted defeat just so they could escape. The contents of Villain's psyche traumatised them. The things that Hero saw inside their consciousness were disturbing, but what they found deep in Villain's unconscious mind sent reverberating waves through their body. Hero hasn't been able to sleep ever since - countless nightmares served as their only companions for seven long and lonely nights.
Hero sighs, brushing their hair back from their forehead. The sleepless nights were taking their toll on them. Dark bags had settled under their eyes, heavy with the knowledge of the secrets held in Villain's mind.
They hadn't attended to any of the challenges presented by their enemy in the week that ensued. It was not because of the lack of proper rest but rather rooted in their inability to face them after discovering things meant to be hidden. They hadn't left their house at all for the risk of running into someone they knew. Hence why the knock on their door didn't surprise them. They remained quiet for a long moment, waiting for the person to leave, and when the knocking seized, exhaled in relief and returned to their couch for another attempt of rest to turn into torment.
Except it did not. Hero lets out a content sighs, turning so that they are now lying on their back. They yawn, stretching to snap their muscles in place. It feels like a heavy burden has been lifted off of their shoulders. It's only when they try to open their eyes, that they realise something is off.
"What the f..." A hand on their chest prevents them from sitting up, then presses them back down. What the hell?
"Shh, it's just a compress," a familiar voice fills their ears, only increasing the panic. "Don't freak out."
"Villain?" Their throat goes dry. They reach for the cloth that's covering their eyes and forehead. Villain is seated by their bed with a glass of water ready.
"Drink this," Hero shakes their head, propping themselves up against the headboard. With a sigh, Villain takes a sip. "See? It's not poisoned. Just drink it, it'll help."
"What are you doing here?" And what am I doing here? They could bet they were on the couch a few minutes ago. How did Villain get into their apartment and move them without them waking up?
"Helping you deal with the consequences of your own actions," despite the sarcastic tone - Villain seems genuine in their concern. "You shouldn't have done that."
"Pardon?" They jolt, almost jumping in place. No one knew Hero had that ability. Villain couldn't possibly know. Right?
"You shouldn't have read my mind, babe." Hero's eyes widen in shock. Villain shrugs nonchalantly, taking the cloth from their hand. "My past is too much to handle even for myself."
"How did you..?" A million questions are circling in Hero's head, yet they cannot form a single full sentence.
"Gosh, for a mind reader, you are quite dense," Villain shakes their head, then presses a palm against Hero's burning forehead. Their fingers are gentle and cold, Hero almost leans into their touch. "Did you think I wouldn't feel you in my head?"
"I-I'm sorry," their heartbeat is accelerating, which doesn't help the fever, so they take a deep breath, attempting to steady themselves. "I really am. I didn't mean for it to happen."
"I know." Villain dips the compress into a bowl of ice water, then brushes Hero's hair back, wiping their forehead and temples. Hero lets out a content sigh, allowing their eyes to fall shut. "Why didn't you come to me?"
"What for?" They can feel the cloth against the bridge of their nose, then right behind their right ear.
"Help, obviously," Villain tilts their head for better access. "When was the last time you slept?"
"You know the answer to that," is all they can muster, their body relaxed under gentle touches. Villain nods, ignoring the fact that Hero's eyes are closed.
"Put a cold compress on your forehead and ice cubes on your pulse points - that helps." They stop their manipulations, and Hero has to stop themselves from huffing in complaint. Instead, they open their eyes to look at Villain. "I use essential oils and sleep in complete darkness when it gets bad."
"Do you have them often?" Hero's voice is barely above a whisper, but Villain hears.
They nod with a heavy sigh and focus their gaze on Hero's ear, which is crimson red. They wonder if it's a reaction to the cold or their touch. "That's what failed brainwashing does to you, babe."
Hero freezes for a second. When they finally speak, their voice is coarse. "I'm sorry."
Villain offers them a quiet smile before getting up. "Come find me if you still can't rest," they say over their shoulder and vanish before Hero has a chance to thank them.
Hero knows they've made a mistake. A mistake that makes it hard to breathe and almost impossible to sleep. One that led them into the dreams and nightmares of their nemesis. One that gave them a chance to repair the damage they've unearthed and - potentially - heal Villain's troubled mind.
They know they've made a mistake, so when the sun begins to set on the horizon, they knock on Villain's door.
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moomatahiko · 8 months
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waterbottle404 · 8 days
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I really need some tips to avoid binging. That's all I can think of right now.
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crps-chronicpain-ptsd · 7 months
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Chronic pain problems •
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jacksonthereaper · 3 months
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TW// Suicidal thoughts, mental exhaustion, lack of self worth
Doubt anyone's gonna see this but fuck it i might as well drop this in here
I'm so tired
I'm 15 years old male in 10th grade and i'm just so tired of everything. Tired of doing so much and putting in all the effort i can only to be criticized at the slightest mistake, tired of always trying so hard to be nice to others yet only being noticed when i'm rude or doing something bad or embarrassing, tired of this garbage world filled with wars, pollution, genocide, hunger, poverty, discrimination, disease, etc.
I feel like i'm losing more and more motivation with each and every single day that passes, beit for doing things i like, things i don't like, things i have to do, etc. I'm not particularly angry or sad or scared or frustrated, i guess i'm a little melancholic but overall i'm just exhausted, numb, and, most of all, bitter.
I still feel some amount of joy, but it feels so vain and empty. I eat something delicious, i listen to some music, i watch something funny on YouTube, on TV, etc., then i go right back to my misery. I just want someone to hear me calling for help. I just want to feel like someone actually gives a flying fuck about what i have to say, or wants me to feel better, or even just cares about my existence at all.
I don't even know anymore man. I'm just running out of options. I'm probably just experiencing burnout, which coupled with the fact i live in what is essentially a small village in the middle of nowhere, really just makes me feel hopeless.
Fuck this shit, man.
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darkanddeepthoughts · 6 months
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Nothing last forever,
Nothing stays the same.
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skinwalkee · 9 hours
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i’m going to be skinny and sexy by summer.
i’m going to be skinny and sexy by summer.
i’m going to be skinny and sexy by summer.
i’m going to be skinny and sexy by summer.
i’m going to be skinny and sexy by summer.
i’m going to be skinny and sexy by summer.
i’m going to be skinny and sexy by summer.
i’m going to be skinny and sexy by summer.
i’m going to be skinny and sexy by summer.
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sleepyaspen · 23 days
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my skin aches so much recently
i feel i deserve to feel it open up
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bpdcrybaby213 · 1 year
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Nothing changes at midnight. Another year of debilitating mental illness. Another year of exhaustion and fighting to stay alive. Many more years getting progressively worse.
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prayingfordemise · 4 months
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No matter what I do, what I say or how I change. It’ll never be enough.
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flawless-imperfections · 11 months
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burnout is one of the worst feelings. i hate this - i also have no choice but to push through the feeling which just makes it worse. i’m so over life right now.
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ohtobeleah · 8 months
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Don’t let the happiness of my wedding fool you besties—I’m still in full burn out mode.
Baileys been back at work the past two days and I’ve just sent him off this morning for the third day. Which means for the last few days it’s just been me at home for the first time since I quit my job.
When I quit Bailey was already on sick leave with the flu, and then he got really sick with that cyst we thought was a hernia but wasn’t a hernia and was in and out of the emergency room.
So because of the wedding planning and Baileys health concerns I felt like I didn’t get a chance to properly process my own journey? If that makes sense. And now I’m just sitting here, the house has never been cleaner or more silent. I’m alone, with my thoughts and emotions and feelings and all I have to say is I’m burnt the fuck out.
I’m trying my best to love myself, to nurture the workaholic people pleaser I’d become. To heal from the negative impacts left behind from my last job. And the more I do that the more I wanna get out of the fitness industry while I still have a chance.
I have an incredible job offer waiting for me. The owner is willing to wait for when I’m ready to step on board because that’s how valued I am. But I’m just not ready to do it. I know if I start this job I’m gonna struggle with the ever looming body dysmorphia and restrictive lifestyle. Because that’s just what happens when you’re body is seen as your business card.
I’ve been out of practice for a month now and I’m still trying to process the situation. I knew after the wedding/honeymoon was when I’d struggle the most.
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jarsarahere · 1 year
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I'm just kinda done with it all
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