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Aaaand we’re back!!! I can’t believe it’s been a year since the last time I found myself typing one of these, but here we are, and WHAT. A. YEAR. Full of the highest ups and the lowest downs and through it all, so, so many wonderful stories that have made this my best reading year in fandom, ever. If you’re interested, in no particular order, I’d like to share some of my absolute favorites with you ❤️ Banner art is by the immensely talented @upthehillart and with nothing else to add, here’s my

FAVORITE FICS I READ IN 2019 PART ONE

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Long angsty drarry rec please 🙏🙏

to those who wait

in your arms, rests my world

a world without you

dear father christmas (the boy done wrong again)

back from the edge

something more

lingering effects of miscommunication

erised stra eh

the boy and the sleeping prince

sometime around midnight

says the magpie to the morning

just another lifetime

daisy

a love that transcends hunger

anymore

dragonchik

hephaestus

eternity on that little step

anything is possible

black island

blue sunny day

dying to win

31 days

strangeways, here we come

the tell-tale owl

french blue

surreptitious

precious

for what ails you

black coffee on a lonely night

love like a razorblade

table for two

chasing time

tuesday nights

a broken but happy sound

art of peace

a wizard’s memory

alive

black holes and revelations

of this, i am sure

will you humor me

the picking up pieces series

hurt for the right reasons

progress

the water view

you were a miracle, i was just holding your space

the piece (i was missing all along)

lotus-eyed one

faerie lights and brandy

the heart of the manor

splintered

a song, incomplete

almost like song

brave new world

risks worth taking

fireworks

remind you what you did when you wake

please don’t ask me

bitter honey, green night

the thread through the labyrinth

(not) in control

and back again (where you belong)

and hope says, perhaps today

the shadowy corners

the rules of war

and with persons even worse

misplaced memories

the price we pay for wings

the sky was made for us tonight

desperation

an important lesson to learn

days of denial

strange bedfellows

voices from the fog

very sorry for the late reply!! hope this was long enough to make up for it :3

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Best 8th year fics?

This was such a struggle to choose, I have manyyyy 8th year fics that I love, but these are my top ten. Sort of. Except not entirely in order.

My favorite 8th year fics

• Right Hand Red by lumosed_quill (73k)‘Harry felt Malfoy’s breath on his lips as they came together over the bottle, hands firmly planted on the floor as though they each needed their familiar soil, refusing to cross into enemy territory. Except that Malfoy no longer felt like his enemy. Malfoy felt inevitable.’(Aghh this fic is a classic, so well-written, the budding relationship between Drarry so intense and passionate, so many FEELS. I love it all.)

• Good to Me (And I’d Be So Good to You) by AWickedMemory (8.9k)Everyone returns to Hogwarts after the war, but nothing is quite the same. Harry’s groupies are creepier than ever, Ron and Hermione are snogging all over the place, and the once-proud Draco is shuffling around like a kicked puppy. But that’s okay: Harry’s got a plan.(The writing style in this is absolutely brilliant, it kills me. Harry is so ridiculously on point in this with his awkward dorky OBLIVIOUS self. I can’tttt.)

• The Standard You Walk Past by bafflinghaze (46k)On returning to Hogwarts for their Eighth Year, Headmistress McGonagall decided to room Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter together. She may have hoped for a leading example of house unity; the other students fully expected insults and fights. But nothing happened. That was, until Harry sleepwalked into Draco’s bed.(One of my long-time faves! Harry and Draco are sweet and hilarious together in this but my heart breaks for Draco’s situation, so fluff and angst in spades!)

• And Then Comes a Mist and a Weeping Rain by Faith Wood (21k)It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that’s ever so cross.(I LOVE THIS FIC. It’s so cute, funny, and fluffy, but also sad, because a sad Draco always hurts. Harry is especially lovely, and yesss, kisses!)

• In Plain Sight by oldenuf2nb (37k)Draco Malfoy had stopped believing his wishes would be granted long ago. He could perhaps be forgiven for being startled, then, when one of them came true.(All of this makes me want to scream because it’s heartbreaking and hurts so bad, but then the Drarry in is the sweetest thing ever, so it’s worth it.)

• Good Company by Greenflares (8.2k)With Hermione and Ron always together, Harry’s return to Hogwarts to complete his education isn’t exactly fun. Somehow, it’s his unlikely friendship with Malfoy that keeps him sane.(This fic is hilarious, Draco is melodramatic in that way I love for him, and they are so so sweet together. I just love this whole thing, it makes me smile.)

• The Owl Who Came For Christmas by dracogotgame (17k)Draco has a debt to pay off, no matter what Potter thinks. And he has a Very Good Idea to go along with it. Things don’t go as planned.(Harry is a total sweetheart who still can’t name things to save his life, owl!Draco is too precious, the writing is great, and all the fluffffff yessss.)

• Hey, Potter by SunseticMonster (16k)Harry returns to Hogwarts for his 8th year, determined not to let Malfoy get to him. But when the snarky teasing starts up again, Harry finds that returning the jibes with compliments has a far more interesting outcome.(How amazing is this idea?? Draco’s reactions in this are absolutely adorable, his shy smile is my everything, and aghhh I love this one a lot.)

• The LipLock Jinx by Cassis Luna (21k)It’s a jinx that renders the victim mute, unless he/she serves the purpose of the jinx and kisses the person that they desire. It’s just Harry’s luck that he’s in love with Draco. (An old favorite! This one is really well-written, I love Drarry’s slow friendship in this one and the note-writing… and then there’s that scene. READ IT.)

• Talk to Me by Sara’s Girl (15k)When the usual channels of communication are shut down, the most surprising people can find a way in. A strange little love story.(All the feels! Oh, I love this one. The writing is oh-so-good, the love story so sweet, so precious, and indeed quite different. I want more more more!)

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I know the main question from season 3 of Thirteen Reasons Why is “but why would they redeem Bryce?”

And the thing is that I never once saw that as a redemption arc. I saw it as the message being that even some good can exist in evil.

To me, the good/nice things we saw Bryce doing weren’t surprising because he’s a human being and there’s a capacity for goodness in all of us.

I felt that his reason for wanting to change was meant to be selfish as well. He didn’t want to change or repent because he realized how badly he hurt Jessica or Hannah or Chloe or any of the other girls he’s raped; he wanted to change because he finally had to face the consequences for his actions. 

I also felt like we were reminded that Bryce was a rapist after every “good” thing he did throughout the season. I never once forgot that he was a rapist, even when I was moved by one of his scenes, which were really just the scenes with his mom to be honest.

I never felt that we were watching a redemption story but a story about the complexities of human beings and how humans aren’t just black and white, even when they do horrible things like Bryce. 

I liked that Bryce’s story was capped off with his final actions being him potentially ruining someone else’s life and future in a fit of rage and jealousy after thinking that his girlfriend had broken up with him for this person. It showed that he never changed from that person and that he still saw girls as objects: “you stole my girlfriend” as if she was an object that could be stolen is evidence of this. He even goes on to call Jessica, his rape victim and girl he claimed that he wanted to apologize to, a bitch because she wasn’t helping him off the ground, instead of realizing why she wouldn’t have wanted to help him; he grabs Ani’s arm at one point even though she clearly didn’t want him to touch her at that point and has to be told more than once to let go. 

I don’t know, maybe I was watching if differently but I never once forgot that Bryce was a rapist and felt that the show was actively making me remember this while also showing a different side of him we never got to see before. I didn’t think this was a bad thing as it shows that Bryce was a human being who may have had the capacity to change and be a better person at some point, but this was null and void by the very reason that the world was apparently not allowing him to change: that he didn’t want to change because of the people he hurt, but that he wanted to change because of how his life had been hurt. 

Basically, I liked that they were showing us the complexities that made Bryce Walker, awful as he may be, who he was. It wasn’t a redemption. I like seeing villains have more grey in them than just black and white because that’s how humans are. The most despicable humans still have the capacity to show compassion to certain people, while being absolutely horrible people to others. I think it’s important that this was shown.

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"Maybe someday, you're going to figure it out." she said. "Or maybe, you're not caring for the same thing as you are now, when that moment comes."

How do we change our minds? // ma.c.a

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You know what sucks? We rent apartments that are close to our office even though we don’t know how long we’ll have that job. We live in cities we can’t stand with winters that make us miserable and food that’s too expensive, when we know we’ll be happier in a small town where the sun never sets before 8pm. We go to happy hours and birthday parties for people we don’t like just so they don’t stop liking us, even though the only three people we care about are enough. We get a little too drunk on first dates with people we’re not sure about so that we’ll be funnier and less nervous and so they’ll text us the next day, even though we’re not sure we’ll answer. We live our lives like we think we should instead of how we want to, because that’s what people tell us will make us happy. So maybe we should stop listening to other people.

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A bittersweet smile graces her lips as she says, “I still miss her, it’s been so long you’d think I’d be over it by now.”

Her eyes trail the small cracks in the pavement before she raises them to meet mine. They are heavy with exhaustion and pain, but nevertheless beautiful.

“It used to be this constant feeling, you know? But now missing her comes in waves, or more like tsunamis, really. Honestly I don’t know which is worse, hurting all the time or hurting only once in awhile but a thousand times worse.”

V.H. (Late night scribbles)

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I don’t know

I don’t know where I belong in the world right now.

I don’t know which street will lead me to the house that I’ll forever call my home.

I don’t know if I’m good enough to become all the things I wish I could be.

I just don’t know.

And it terrifies me. Because, in this life, what if I never find that?

What if I never get to look in the mirror and say, “this is it. This is where I’ve wanted to be my whole life”

-WanderingWorlds

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the dead and the living

I don’t feel so good

it felt like everything had been building up to this moment. like his whole life, all of his triumphs and defeats, and victories and tragedies, accomplishments and failures, it had all been leading to this. the entire universe had been waiting for this. all the planets and stars were poised to collide, the water pressing against the dam, the bomb rigged to explode, the storm threatening to spill over.

all of history and all of time had hurtled towards this instance, nothing else mattered, nothing else existed. only him and peter.

only the red dirt of titan and the wide brown eyes and the young cracked voice.

nothing existed except the boy stumbling forwards, grasping him tightly, desperately seeking comfort on a planet devoid of all familiarity. in a foreign place seeking home the only place he could find it - in the arms of a parent.

it had all come to this.

he clutched the dying boy, who was begging for assistance he couldn’t provide, assurances he couldn’t give. he could only stare blankly, helplessly, as everything fell apart before him, his nightmares solidifying into reality, his terrors into fact. even peter accepted in the end, choking out an apology with his last quivering breath.

I’m sorry.

but tony could only gape at the boy as he swirled away, he could not understand what was before him. every choice and mistake, action and inaction, this was the result.

the boy made of light dissolved into dust, the boy full of brightness suddenly extinguished.

and the man made of iron crumpled into empty despair, cold hard metal giving way to roaring grief.

peter was tony’s hope for the future. somehow over the past three years they had spent together peter and hope had become intertwined, indistinguishable, synonymous. one could not exist without the other.

the universe had no hope of being saved if peter was gone. peter was the future. he was the brightness that tony had been working towards for so long. if he wasn’t there, there was no universe to be saved.

tony wondered futilely why it was always him? why he was always the last survivor, tasked with the impossible mission of piecing the mess of the world back together again.

he wanted, just once, to succumb to the fire, allow it to consume him. just once, he wanted to watch the world burn from the middle of the flames, content and dazzled in their dancing light, rather than stand on the outside futilely trying to douse them with a broken hose.

he wanted just once to rest, to sink into empty darkness, he would welcome the relief of oblivion.

the living envy the dead.

but then he thought of peter parker, his bright flames quenched so soon and guilt rolled over him. how could he sit here, even idly wishing for the fate peter had so desperately tried to avoid? the words echoed in his mind.

I don’t want to go, please mr. stark, I don’t want to go

begging for a savior, begging to live. he was so young, he had a whole life, a whole future robbed of him. he shouldn’t have even been here, fighting a battle so much larger than himself. now his vibrant spirit was nothing but empty reflections, his loud laughs nothing but echoes. he so desperately wanted to live.

the dead envy the living.

tony got up, slowly and laboriously, but dutifully. he marched onward as he was always expected to, as he always knew he must. he knew this was his destiny long ago, he knew he would always be the designated survivor, the tragic hero, or worse, the tragic failure. he would play his role.

he looked down every so often, for confirmation that he was still alive, that he wasn’t dust. he half expected his body to give away, to follow the others, it didn’t seem right that he wouldn’t suffer the consequence for his own failure. he had known this was coming and he hadn’t stopped it.

he patted himself, unconsciously reassuring himself that he was still there, still solid, still tangible. blood pumping, muscles straining, brain whirling, trying to comprehend. he was alive. it hit him with a shocking intensity, he had survived. suddenly a flurry of emotions washed over him, relief and guilt and pity and regret in equal measures. he was breathing, admittedly raggedly and painfully, but he was. blood was pulsing through his veins, hot and furious, his heart pounding roariously. it hit him that he was still there, still standing, he didn’t have to cease functioning. not yet. he was still alive.

and peter wasn’t.

suddenly that hit him too. thus far he had been functioning on autopilot, denying that aspect of reality. but suddenly he understood. peter was no longer breathing, blood didn’t rush through his veins, his heart didn’t pound, his chest didn’t rise and fall. his eyes were no longer bright, his brain no longer hurtling rapidly from one ingenious idea to the next, his mouth was no longer rambling away. he no longer existed. it hit him like a bomb and suddenly he stumbled, tears pouring down his cheeks. peter would never again grace the universe with his smile, dazzle the room with his intelligence, impress the world with his purity. he would never again feel, never again think, never again live. he was dead. no future, no tomorrow.

the living pity the dead.

tony sunk to the ground, the realization washing over him, making it hard to breathe. tears cascaded down his face, the stab wound in his stomach ached painfully, everything hurt.

his wounds and exhaustion taking their toll on his body, every rasping breath sending a stab of pain through him, every weary step taking all his effort.

but that was nothing compared to the pain of his soul, of his heart. the very act of living hurt. it physically hurt him to take breaths knowing peter wasn’t, to live knowing peter couldn’t. his grief was so immense, so complete, it burned him. his every thought hurt, his every emotion cut. death might be empty, but life was pain.

the dead pity the living.

thoughts and memories collided in tony’s mind. reminiscences and recollections tumbling around, bright, painful.

peter’s ceaseless chatter and cheery ramblings, filling up even the most tense silences.

his tumbling laughter and shining smile, quick mind and ingenious ideas.

his inherent goodness, how he fought for what was right, believed whole heartedly in doing the right thing. heroic and pure and true.

peter was a beacon of shining hope, optimism, and without him the world was grey, dark. without peter it wasn’t even worth saving.

without peter tony was lost.

the living miss the dead.

and yet peter had thought the stars rose and fell in tony’s eyes. they had both viewed each other as an ideal to live up to.

peter had looked at tony to save him as he crumbled, desperately and irrationally hoping he would come through. because he was his hero. he always had been. he had always saved him before.

tony was the last thing he saw before he crumbled, before he slipped into the darkness, enshrouded by shadows.

he wished, guiltily, that tony would come with him, follow him into the dust. because he was terrified of being alone. he didn’t want to be without him.

peter could deal with the dark, with silence and emptiness. but he hated solitude. the way the darkness and silence pressed against him with no reprieve, his loneliness.

he wanted mr. stark to smirk at him, to make some witty comment to fill the silence. or even just to feel his presence, the warmth radiating off him, his steady heartbeat, solid and there.

because mr. stark meant safety. mr. stark meant home.

the dead miss the living.

the living and the dead reflect each other. envious and pitiful, hopeful and yearning. they love each other and lose each other.

flip sides to the same coin. mirror images.

the dead and the living.

the living and the dead.

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This is a big, giant list of Youtube tutorials that will teach you all the basic life skills you need to know in order to be a functional adult. There are a lot of important skills that aren’t included in this list, but this should be enough of a basic guide to get you started and prevent you from making a total mess of yourself. Happy adulting! Household Skills:

How to unclog a toilet without a plunger

How to fix a blown fuse

How to fix a leaky faucet 

How to clean soap scum from your tub and shower

How to escape from a house fire

How to make a budget and stick to it

How to sharpen a knife

How to clean a self-cleaning oven

How to clean red wine stains from carpet

How to clean blood stains from fabric

How to clean grease stains from fabric

How to do a load of laundry

How to iron your clothes

How to test your smoke detectors

Cooking Skills:

How to tell if produce is ripe

How to know if food is expired 

How to properly sanitize a kitchen

How to cook an egg

How to make rice

How to make pasta

How to put out a kitchen grease fire safely

How to use a gas stove

How to use a convection oven

How to cook meat safely

How to use a stand mixer

How to use kitchen knives properly

How to make mashed potatoes

How to make grilled cheese sandwiches 

Health Skills:

How to stop bleeding

How to treat a burn 

How to do CPR (on an adult)

How to do CPR (on a child)

How to do CPR (on a baby)

How to help someone who is choking

How to save yourself if you are choking alone

How to read a nutrition label

How to treat frostbite

How to recognize when someone is having a stroke

How to maintain a healthy sleep schedule

Mental Health Skills:

How to calm down during a panic attack

How to help someone who is suicidal 

How to meditate 

How to stop self-harming

How to recognize problem drinking

How to choose a therapist

How to deal with disappointment

How to cope with grief

How to raise your self-esteem

Relationship and Social Skills:

How to apologize

How to cope with a breakup 

How to accept criticism 

How to deal with bullying 

How to argue in a healthy way

How to ask someone out

How to break up with someone

How to recognize an abusive relationship

How to rekindle a damaged friendship

How to speak in public

Job Hunting Skills:

How to tie a tie

How to write a resume

How to write a cover letter

How to dress for a job interview (for women/femmes)

How to dress for a job interview (for men/masculines)

How to properly shake hands

How to nail a job interview

Other Skills:

How to sew on a button 

How to hammer a nail

How to change your oil

How to put gas in your car

How to jump-start a car

How to pick a good password

How to back up your files

How to write a cheque

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I know the obvious role models for teenagers in the MCU are Spiderman and co, but I just want to show a little appreciation for the representation of teen Groot, who starts IW as the cliche eye-rolling, back-talking, gamer teen meant for adults to laugh at, but as soon as he’s needed, he cuts his fucking arm off for The Cause and that is so reminiscent of gen z to me. gen z-ers are ready to throw down for justice at a moment’s notice, they will snapchat with one hand and beat the shit out of you with the other, make zero mistakes.

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““What do you want to do with your life?” Everyone wants an answer to that question and I cannot give it, cannot fathom away around the three words that circle like an old piece of racetrack in the crumbling ruins of my head. I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, am I supposed to know? Are there enough moments before 18 to set a course for the future that doesn’t crash into the side of a cliff and fall into the ravine? I don’t have an answer for you, I don’t want an answer, I want time to think about the question and the ability to throw it out if I like. All I hear when you ask that question is choose a major, choose a grad school, choose a job, choose a career and do it all now, now, now because the stars are burning out over our heads and you don’t have time for the questions. Only the answers. But I can’t rush headfirst into a future that I don’t want. Even if the stars have a shortened shelf life. Even if my dreams do too.”

— L.A.L.

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 What the fuck are you saying, Jensen? I mean, do you know how many girls I’ve slept with? Like, a lot. Classifies me as, like, a player or something and my best friends used to think I was the fucking best.

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I decided to create a masterpost that would help you with what you are struggling with. Hopefully any of the links below will help you! Reminder; You’re going to be okay. What you are going through will pass, just remember to breathe. 

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Distractions;

Here are some distractions to help keep your mind occupied so you aren’t too focused on your thoughts. 

-Draw something

-This website translates the time into colours.

-Create your own galaxy.

-Play flowing.

-Make a 3D line travel where ever you like. 

-Listen to music.

-Calm.

-Ocean mood, do nothing for two minutes.

Sleep issues; 

- 8 hour sleep music.

-Rainy mood. 

-Meditation.

-Coping with nightmares.

-How to cope with nightmares, 11 steps.

-Calm

-Foods that can affect your sleeping, both positive and negatively. 

 Uncomfortable with silence; 

-Rainy mood.

-10 hours of rain and thunder.

-3 hours of rain and thunder.

-Human heartbeat.

-Rainforest.

-Sound of rain on a tin roof.

-Autumn wind.

-Rain on a tent

-Traffic in the rain.

-Soft traffic. 

-Fan.

-Train.

-Simply noise.

-My noise.

-Rainy cafe.

Anxiety; 

-How to stop worrying. 

-Tips to manage anxiety and stress.

-The 10 best ever anxiety management techniques. 

-Self-help strategies for anxiety. 

-Helping a friend with anxiety. 

-All about worrying.

-8 myths about anxiety. 

Sad, angry and depressed/depression; 

-“I’m always sad”

-Feeling sad.

-Going through trauma.

-“I’m always angry”.

-Anger management. 

-All about anger.

-National helplines and websites.

-Self-help strategies for depression.

-Dealing with depression at work.

-Dealing with depression at school.

Isolation and loneliness; 

-Pets and mental health.

-All about loneliness. 

-“I feel so alone”

-10 more ideas to help with loneliness. 

-How to deal with loneliness.

 Self-harm;

-Alternatives to self-harm and distraction techniques.

-146 things to do besides self-harm.

-More alternatives to self-harm.

-Self-harm alternatives.

-How to take care of self-harm wounds/injuries.

-Getting rid of scars.  

Addiction; 

-How to help a friend with a drug addiction.

-What is addiction?

-All about alcohol and addiction.

-The facts about drug addiction.

 Eating disorders; 

-Helping a friend with an eating disorder.

-Eating disorder treatments. 

-Support services for eating disorders. 

-Self-help tips with eating disorders.

-Eating disorder recovery. 

-Recovering from an eating disorder. 

-100+ reasons to recover. 

-Understanding and managing eating disorders. 

 Dealing with self-hatred;  

-3 ways to ease self-loathing. 

-How to turn self-hatred into self-compassion.

-Self-hatred resources.

-10 step plan to deal with self-hate. 

 Suicidal; 

-International suicide hotlines (1)  (2)

-Preventing suicide. 

-Reasons to stay alive.

-Dealing with suicidal thoughts and feelings.

-Coping with suicidal ideation.  

 Schizophrenia;

-All about schizophrenia.  

-Helping a person with schizophrenia.  

-Understanding and dealing with schizophrenia.  

-Delusions and hallucinations.  

OCD;

-Managing your OCD at home. 

-Overcoming OCD.

-How to cope with OCD. 

-Strategies for dealing with the anxious moments. 

Borderline personality disorder; 

-Helping someone with BPD. 

-All about personality disorders.

-Treatment for BPD.

Abuse; 

-Healthy relationships VS abusive relationships. 

-Emotional abuse

-Overcoming sexual abuse. 

-Hotlines services. 

-5 ways to escape an abusive relationship. 

-Domestic violence support. 

-Signs of an abusive relationship. 

-What do to if you’re in an abusive relationship. 

-Surviving abuse. 

-What you can do if you’re sexual harassed. 

-Sexual assault support.

-What to do if you’ve been sexually assaulted or abused. 

 Bullying;

-How to stand up against bullying.

-How to protect yourself when it comes to cyber bullying.

-How to help stop people bullying you. 

 Loss and grief; 

-How to cope with a suicide of a loved one.

-Grieving for a stranger. 

-Common reactions to death. 

-Working through grief.

(Other loss and grief)

-Moving away from friends and family. 

-Coping with a breakup.

 Getting help; 

-Seeking help early. 

-All about psychological treatments. 

-Types of help.

-All about age and confidentiality. 

Things you need to remember; 

- Don’t stress about being fixed because you’re not broken.

-Remember to remind yourself of your accomplishments. Tell yourself that you’re proud of yourself, even if you’re not. 

- This is temporary. You won’t always feel like this. 

-You are not alone. 

-You are enough. 

-You are important. 

-You are worth it. 

-You are strong. 

-You are not a failure, 

-Good people exist. 

-Reaching out shows strength. 

-Breathe. 

-Don’t listen to the thoughts that are not helping you. 

-Give yourself credit. 

-Don’t be ashamed of your emotions, for the good or bad ones. 

-Treat yourself the same way as you would treat a good friend. 

-Focus on the things you can change. 

-Let go of toxic people. 

-You don’t need to hide, you’re allowed to feel the way you do. 

-Try not to beat yourself up. 

-Something is always happening, you don’t want to miss out on what’s going to happen next. 

-You are not a bother.

-Your existence is more than your appearance. 

-You are smart. 

-You are loved. 

-You are wanted. 

-You are needed. 

-Better days are coming. 

-Just because your past is dark, doesn’t mean your future isn’t bright. 

-You have more potential than you think. 

- Your value doesn’t decrease based on someone’s inability to see your worth.

Please remember to look after yourself and know that you are more than worth it and you deserve to be happy. Keep smiling butterflies x