#visualization for recovery

[compassionmattersmost]

10: Embracing Your Own Pace: The Conclusion of Our Post-Viral ME/CFS Exercise Journey

Dear Friends, As we come to the conclusion of this series on exercising with post-viral ME/CFS, I want to offer you a heartfelt reflection on the journey we’ve been exploring together. It’s been a path of discovery, patience, and above all, compassion—compassion for yourself, your body, and your unique experience with ME/CFS. We’ve discussed everything from imagining workouts while lying in…

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Something something about all the firefam being infected and needing to cure a part of themselves before they can move forward on their journey and this 2 parter is to get them to that place.

Something about buck being trapped outside - separated from his team and it representing how he’s felt his whole life - separate - the odd one out - on the outside of things - abandoned - nothing he does being enough.

Athena fighting against the system - and trying to do so from within a part of it but it pushes back against her but she hasn’t realised it yet.

Hen - always under pressure - needing to justify her existence because of who she is - a black lesbian - but her team that’s around her help to relieve that pressure.

Chim - the person who takes himself out of the equation in acts of selflessness - unable to save Kevin from afar in the past but can help save Hen here and now - even while infected.

Bobby - the leader but from the sidelines - instructing and guiding but never truly part of things - being the one to perform hens surgery to save her life and sacrificing’ himself to get the antivirus is him getting to be a part of things and have someone lead him for a change - all playing into his doubts about his abilities and skills as a captain - and proving him to be the best captain

Maddie - always having to listen and support from the sidelines - like with Daniel - listening to her parents decision to pretend he didn’t exist and having to support Buck because they wouldn’t/couldnt. She’s just rediscovered her voice and now she’s going to use that power to help save Chim.

Eddie - being absent - a metaphor for who Eddie truly is being absent from his life - not getting to be a child because he was forced into a parental role by Helena and Ramon meaning he was absent from his childhood - when you figure out who you are - not present in this episode - but now he is figuring out what is important to him - Chris and the family he built in LA - and that will lead him to return to LA

[flowerhoundart]

there is another way to live / digital collage

[serial-killers-hope]

uhmm.. hmmmm uhhmm blinks blinks blinks..

(MORE TRANSMASC STUFF MORE MORE MUAHAHAHA MORE RONIN X TRANSMASC READER MUAHAHHAHAH MAKE IT SILLY MUAHEUQHEUWEB)

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All of you are hungry for this type of content… it’s honestly amusing. Either way, I’ll give it to you. Enjoy. ~ DP

Happy Evenings With The Devil.

Enjoy.

You Never Cease To Amaze.

Ronin kept his eyes on you as you paced the room. Your chest practically aching from two weeks ago. But at least it was better than it was when you got the surgery. But you had to admit, Ronin had been the best partner in this situation.

He had helped you inject your T, supported you during your dysphoria days, turning off the lights in the bathroom for you when he knew as well. It was nice for a change how sweet he was being and how supportive he was this entire time. Even when you came out, all he did was laugh and say how silly it was for you to keep this from HIM out of all people. It was hilarious now that you thought of it…

Suddenly, you were snapped out of your thoughts by his voice.

“Hey, lay down. Jesus, you’re going to get hurt that way.”

You look over at him, brows furrowed as you nodded and made your way to bed. Laying down on your back with a satisfied groan and a soft hum.

“Thanks… I was kind of-“

“Spacing out? No shit. C’mon, let’s get you ready.”

You smile as he helps you take off your loose fitting shirt, eyeing your bandages with a look that screamed care and worry. When he didn’t find anything wrong with the compression bandages ( ones that he had put on simply thirty minutes ago ), he only nodded and laid you back down fully.

Ronin raised your head with another pillow, his eyes narrowing to see your expression and hummed in satisfaction when he noticed you were already drifting off.

“Fuckin’ adorable…”

He slid your blanket to cover you up, gently placing a kiss against your forehead with a soft expression.

“I love you my darlin’.”

[larimar]

gladyourehereco

[shih-coulda-had-it]

"You're so small, Shimura can hold you in one arm?!?"

[chemicalfemme]

confessional - ink on paper

some pieces I’d done not so long ago from a body of work exploring the process of healing and rebirth from trauma and shame 💒 <3

[fallout-lou-begas]

isn't the halimede account a transphobic chaser

[onestellarghost]

a poem and zine from one of the lowest points in my recent treatment journey that still felt worthy of sharing

[angelpink610]

Shadow Work is NOT meant to be easy or comforting;

Guess it’s about time that we talk about this!

This is a reminder to myself and to anyone that might need it—the ones who feel like it’s only bringing them down, that it’s making them feel miserable or bad. Let’s clear up some things.

Feeling down in the moment is the best sign you can receive that IT IS WORKING! Shadow Work is the courage to look at the parts of yourself you despise the most, you fear the most, you are embarrassed of the most. It’s not simply acknowledging that bad things happened to you, it’s experiencing them all over again but now straightening up your back and looking right to its face.

I, myself, also am someone that's still learning about it and have been experiencing hard times throughout it. Sometimes I feel unmotivated and down, also lately I had noticed my sleep was a bit more inconsistent and I have big dark circles. Well, I know that saying this is probably going to scare some people even more away—and I understand the unsettling feelings! But the way that I see it, it’s like anything great in life: takes time, heavy work and some sacrifices.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not sacrificing my entire life because of it. I workout every single day, keep my mind active, go to university, all normal. But some minor sacrifices are the price we pay for lifelong healing. My personal experience’s greatest example of sacrifice is how much emotional energy it actually takes from you. I swear on my word that sometimes when I look at the notebook I use as my Shadow Work journal, I instantly feel kind of “off vibes”, like the energy that it has is unsettling—but, here’s the thing: it is!

The energy that it requires to heal your deepest traumas, pains, griefs, obviously wouldn’t be super light and nice. Your words carry the pain you felt, some that you still feel, the heaviness of its result on your life (maybe years, decades of constant suffering, even); it’s pretty obvious that the notebook that carries them wasn’t gonna be all warm and fuzzy.

It’s not easy, guys. And I know that, at this point, you might’ve already realized that, but I want to remember us all of something: it’s in adversity that we are able to grow. You are capable of living through this healing process, you are capable of surviving the dark before the light, you are capable of facing your monsters and returning with their heads on a stick. But you HAVE TO BELIEVE IT.

Live through the suffering stage of the process like the champion you already know you are. Don’t give up when you suddenly burst into tears during a meditation session where you talked to your younger self. Persist when you have to stop and take deep breaths at every few sentences you write when you are journaling about a traumatic event because it feels like it’s too much. Hold onto it tighter when you live all over again the worst thing that’s ever happened to you.

One last time: I’m not saying it’s easy or simple (in reality, those may be some of the hardest things you’ll ever have to do through your entire life, perhaps). But I do mean it when I say you’ll understand why you had to go through all that once you reach the light on the other side, and your scars will be the forever reminder THAT YOU ARE A SURVIVOR.

The same way a lot of kids are not scared of/don’t see evil in certain horror imageries until they are told that it is scary and choose to follow that thought—we should learn from them as adults and finally understand: monsters are only monsters when we give them the power to haunt us.

[thingswedontunbox]

[norbezjones]

But You Are: Postmortem

In late April, I wrote a piece for Velox Formido 2. Why? Because the theme was perfect for letting out some venty feelings. 💔

CW: discussion of abuse, recovery, and feeling like you are your awful parent(s).

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The main theme/cycle of the game, thinking that you are as bad as those who abused you, is likely familiar to those who have suffered parental abuse. Just when you think you’re going up in your recovery, something happens that makes you crash down. The game is me in that crash.

It’s not meant to be the truth, but to capture my feelings within the crash.  They are things I thought were the truth once, before my recovery really got started 10 years ago.  But now, I can distinguish between who I am as a person, and the lies my fucked-up brain comes up with.

Childhood abuse literally changes your brain chemistry. It ruined me, and it was up to me to clean the inner mess. There was a layer around my true self, one formed by the things I’d experienced. It felt impossible to distinguish from who I was within all of that.

Like I said, I’ve been in recovery for 10 years, since 2015.  Recovery is a process that never ends; it’s continuous.  Some people may find that dour or unfortunate.  For me, it just is what it is.  I can always be stronger, be a better man.  So I will do this to be my best self.

What caused the creation of But You Are was the loss of a friendship. I thought they left b/c of some things people said about me, though I don’t know what those things are. That made me spiral, and in those moments, I question why I got this far just for these things to happen.

When I don’t know who to blame, I blame myself, so I thought something within me must be wrong.  Now, of course, I know that my former friend’s reasons are their own, and I will never know for sure why our friendship ended.  That I am doing my best, and all I can do is move forward.

I am not who my parents were to me.  I know I TRULY am not them.  But sometimes, in my worst moments, I believe I am the same kind of awful.  In my best moments, I never think such a thing.

-- fin

P.S. I do want to make a note that the game is referring to my parents as they were during my childhood.  My dad has actually made a big change; he apologized to me for his part in the abuse, and we talked about it a lot in therapy.  I have a great relationship with him now. 

Just shows it’s never too late for someone to change.

[yudzukii]

"It's certainly true that love can't be earned, but it can be rejected, lost, and destroyed." - Yudzuki

[armadastimz]

Chiyo Shuzenji Recovery Girl from My Hero Academia!

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[stripeixii]

I'm NOT looking at the picture to see what quality it it because I WILL notice everything I did wrong and I WILL get very sad.

[bi-disastersoup]

Into the Void - Part 1

Welcome to a new VN series. These ones are much shorter, so I won't be doubling up the images.

Greatly recommended you read Shifters first if you haven't, or some of the stuff covered in this series might not make a ton of sense.

very mild CW for emetophobia and also spoilers for patch 6.2 MSQ (takes place right after the second fight with Scarmiglione)

Let's go.

Strap in, ya'll.

(Part 2)