#tw mentally ill

[mysharona1987]

[unstableshadowgirl]

[disabledprincesses]

Men seeking help for their behavioral issues: I have the urge to hurt those around me and act out whenever I am told no. I can't control my emotions and need help learning reality versus fantasies when it comes to scenarios and intentions of those around me. I feel pain and want to give pain.

Doctors: haha yea I remember what it was like to be a teen boy, just stay outta trouble, maybe join a sport to get out all that energy, have fun!

Women seeking help for their behavioral issues: Sometimes I have angry thoughts tha-

(Visual ID: a screenshot from Sponge-bob Square-pants of a security guard fish throwing mrs. Puff into a yellow padded room while she is in a straight jacket. End ID)

[thelunarsystemwrites]

Days and nights.

[Trigger warning! This is a poem that heavily implies suicide and mental illness, proceed with caution!]

I'm one bad day away from being a memory.

I'm one bad day away from being a name on a stone.

I'm one bad day away from being something you can grieve.

I'm one bad day away from leaving you alone.

And I'm one good day away from getting clean.

I'm one good day away from getting help.

I'm one good day away from going to therapy.

I'm one good day from loving myself.

And I'm one day past being exhausted.

I'm two days past shutting myself out.

I'm three days past being okay.

And it been so many days that I've lost count.

And I'm one night overdue for sleep.

I'm one night wasted crying.

I'm one night without closure.

I'm one night no longer trying.

[sweetbonbon]

I need isolation. I need to be alone not only for me but for others I being out the worst in everyone an amplifier of the worst in people. I’m a bad person. There’s a lot of bad people. It would just be better for everyone if I was isolated

[anxietywriter]

Characters with a Bad Childhood

Is your character meant to be traumatized? Wanna spice it up a little to give their backstory a bit more depth??? Here's a list of things that a character could have if they come from a family that was abusive (emotionally or physically) or maybe they just didn't have parents that were emotionally invested in them and the effects of that when they grow up. Just a few things! If you really wanna go in depth about it then, as always, do your research and fall into a rabbit hole of google searches!

TW: Abuse, Trauma, & Mental Illness

Not knowing basic self-care or things about how to properly take care of their body (specifically for women, maybe they don't know how to exfoliate after shaving/waxing, maybe they don't know how to effectively deal with period cramps. For men, maybe they were never taught how to shave their face or how to deal with their emotions, good or bad)

their life revolves around wanting to do things that should be within their control. Like cooking a new dish they saw on the internet or decorating their room the way they want or how they want to dress/do their hair. It's a constant battle of what they want to do versus what everyone wants of them or expects of them.

See them? They hold so much rejection anxiety. So much. They will never make the first move ever. Whether that's asking a friend for their number or asking to hang out or even texting first, a lot of the time they will wait. Because they'd rather not do anything than face rejection from a person they tried to reach out to.

Learning how to cope with whatever trauma or other mental illness they have from their experiences. And doing it badly or slipping up sometimes but still trying. Whether that is repeating positive affirmations to themselves or listening to music or writing in a journal or fidgeting. They are trying to heal.

They will flinch more than a regular person at any sudden movements near them if they've been physically abused. It's not even something that they necessarily notice that they do until someone points it out.

Struggling to speak up or be assertive. Like not even just when having to order food but just in their normal speech always being kind of quiet. It can definitely be a bit of an issue if they're doing a speech or if they just need to speak to a larger group in general. They just tend to be a quiet person. It's part of why they always seem so calm or timid. They hardly, if ever, raise their voice let alone yell.

They are so starved for touch or attention. They absolutely plaster themselves against someone or are constantly wearing something warm or fuzzy. Anytime they do get attention from another living being, absolutely happy. Little puppy moment, might even start blabbering on about whatever they're doing that day. If that living thing is their pet? Does not matter that the pet can't understand, they're happily chatting about what they're going to do and all of their feelings.

They hate anger. Like not just being angry but also hearing other people being angry. Not just yelling but also the kind of terse mumbling and swears. It makes them instantly uneasy. Uncomfortable. They may not look for an exit necessarily, but they will look away and seem small and try to avoid engaging with that person for the moment.

Alternatively, silence can be uncomfortable for them. Too many memories of a quiet dinner table populated with warning glares and the ugly sound of silverware against plates. Of a quiet house with no one but then in it. So they always have something playing, whether that be music or a video. Something's always playing, just some background noise. To make them feel less alone and also to remind them that they're okay now.

Especially for emotional abuse, questioning if it was ever *really* abuse. Being gaslighted and told "Well, you never got hit" as a way to discount that experience. Doubting themselves because even though people talk about abuse and everything like it's always different. Sometimes it's the "I'm so sorry, I promise to never do it again. I was just angry." or it's the way no one knows what goes on behind closed doors and continually praises the other person for being such a "hard worker" and "good person" and how you should be "grateful." it's not as obvious sometimes as everyone makes it seem.

[mysharona1987]

[xangelbunnyx]

[areyouphased]

dying to be dainty

[prettybillycore]

With Me Around, You’re Always Safe || Billy Hargrove x Reader

Requested(?): yes

Pairing(s): Billy Hargrove x GN!Reader

Universe: Stranger Things

Summary: Reader was there the night El closed the gate and didn’t leave the experience unscathed. Their boyfriend, Billy, is helping to soothe them to sleep months later. 

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 0.6k

Warnings: Mentions of Neil Hargrove, Descriptions of the Upside Down, Hallucinations (both visual and auditory)

Read here (below the cut) or over on my ao3!

You were laying in bed next to your boyfriend, Billy. He was fast asleep, his chest rose and fell steadily as he rested. You watched his movements closely and listened to the sound of his faint heartbeat as you tried to steady your own breath. Ever since the night in the pumpkin patch, you had been struggling to sleep. No matter how hard you tried, your body just would not rest. You knew that the terror of the upside down was gone– the fight was over and you lot had won. It didn’t matter how many times you told yourself that though; your brain just wouldn’t sleep. You swore up and down that you could see the tiny particles floating through the air and could hear the roar of the demodogs in the distance every time you closed your eyes. Billy was still quietly sleeping the night away, but he curled his head into your shoulder. It made his heart beat harder to hear, but you could still feel the gentle pulse with the hand you had resting on his chest. This new sleeping-Billy position did give you the opportunity to smell his shampoo– a slight dusting of coconut that he tried to cover with some kind of forest-scented cologne. It helped to ground you a little bit, but you still couldn’t close your eyes comfortably. 

You looked around at the shadows of your bedroom for a moment; everything looked normal. All of your things were just as you left them before Billy turned your bedside lamp off. You breathed out a small sigh of relief and attempted to close your eyes again. The howling came back the second your eyes fluttered shut, so you annoyedly opened them again. You checked over the shadows of your room once more, but you felt like something was off this time. This time, you felt like the beady little eyes of a demodog were staring back at you. You squeaked in surprise and held your boyfriend a little bit tighter. Of course, Billy is not a heavy sleeper. The small sound that had escaped your throat awoke him from his slumber. 

Billy was never the type to be annoyed when he was woken up suddenly. His heart always just twinged in fear, thanks to his dad. He used one of his arms to pull you into his chest and used his free hand to pop on your bedside lamp again. Your room was full of color again in an instant. You didn’t look around, but Billy did out of habit. When he was sure it was your visions again and not a physical threat he started playing with your hair. “It’s okay; you’re safe, I promise.” 

“I saw–”

He hushed you quietly. “You don’t have to talk about it, baby, not unless you want to.” You sighed in relief. You had already opened up to Billy about your struggles with sleeping and what was causing them. He always gave you the space to talk about it, but he never forced you. 

“Thank you, Billy.”

“Of course, love,” his voice was breathy and coarse. You felt his eyes shut against your scalp. He placed a gentle kiss on your hair and held you close. 

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” He mumbled.

“Waking you,” you replied. 

He shushed you again. “Never apologize for that. You went through something real bad, and I’m here to make you feel safe. Whatever you need, Darling, I’m here– sleeping or not.”

You sighed and closed your eyes; the many hours of being awake seemed to finally be catching up to you. “I love you.”

“I love you too, endlessly.”

Tags: @whoringrove @trans-can-fire

[thelunarsystemwrites]

(tw: suicidal thoughts)

There goes one of my reasons to live.