met-amorph-osis

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I feel like I’m on the brink of non-existence. Not dying or anything, because to be able to die, you must first have lived. I thought I was moving in the right direction, but now I’m just empty and lost while everything I do or could do feels nothing but irrelevant..

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My current job drives me nuts and isn't really helping me heal, so I'm doing a course that's supposed to help you discover your perfect job. Unfortunately, it requires you to invite a few people to brainstorm as many job ideas as possible that match your favorite activities. Since I don't have any friends who'd do that, I'm asking you, tumblr: What might be most enjoyable professionally for someone who most enjoys working with (living!) animals, being creative, plants, knitting/crocheting/sewing, crafting and helping others? Looking forward to your ideas, the crazier the better!

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That feeling when you’ve been in therapy for nearly five years, making some painfully slow progress but hitting a massive wall sooner or later… The your therapist randomly asks you if you’re even allowed to feel better and the answer is a resounding “No”… How the heck do you resolve this?

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Gardening is great when you’re struggling with mental health problems like social anxiety. While you see them grow from seed to fruit and might even get to eat food you grew yourself in the end, they never talk back or yell at you, no matter how badly you mess up.

I can’t recommend sowing only slow-sprouting seeds like peppers or carrots though, at least not if your days are otherwise empty. Sitting in front of a pot of soil and waiting for something to happen isn’t really gonna help you feel better…

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What's the weirdest thing you've done for someone else's birthday? Mine is this version of "Happy Birthday" that I recorded for my brother's 18th birthday. Random noises from stainless steel items banging against something (by accident) always make him laugh, even when he's in his worst I-hate-myself-and-the-world mood. So I gathered my steel bowls, cookie sheets and my trash can next to my radiator and clanged away.. If you want to help me help him get more joy out of life, please contribute to our GoFundMe campaign or share its link. Thank you!

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My biggest regret in life is that I passed on my mental health problems and my resentful attitude towards the world to my little brother who I basically raised on the emotional level. Our parents were there physically, but completely overwhelmed by their own feelings. My therapist keeps telling me it’s not my fault, it wasn’t my responsibility, but I still hate it. Caring is the only thing I feel I can contribute and it sucks to keep hearing that I shouldn’t… On the other hand, I know that I need to let him go because he needs his own, independent life.

So I helped him look for a therapist who won’t quit because his problems run too deep or not accepting their solutions just means “his level of suffering isn’t high enough yet”. I’m still surprised that we did it, we found one and he’s willing to help! To go through with this, we now just need to raise enough money to pay for the therapy. Please help us, every dollar/euro/cent/whatever counts!

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Germany is standing up against fascism, finally! Everyone is called upon to join in, speak up against racism, sexism, homophobie in your personal environment. I would love to join in, but I don't know how? Like, a few months back, I met one of my neighbors in the hallway and asked her if she heard weird noises coming from the ventilation in her bathroom, too. She said no, maybe someone moved in next door? So far, so good–I thought she was referring to holes being drilled into the wall to hang up a shelf or something. But she continued. Maybe I should go and knock. But I'd need to be careful because you never know with these foreigners, maybe they'd threaten me with a knife?? Wth, where did that come from? I was shocked and couldn't even say anything, didn't expect something like that from her... Any tips on what I could have said, showing her clearly how not OK that was, without full-blown confrontation? TL;DR: How the heck do you shut up/what can you do against fascists when you have social anxiety?

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Sometimes I feel like a (literal) tool. People use me, then put me back into standby mode on the shelf. Even professionals refuse to perform the necessary maintenance on me, but they yell at me if I don't work as expected...

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Shitty Life Advice of the Year: "If you want your life to improve, you just gotta leave your comfort zone!"

Dude, I leave my comfort zone as soon as I wake up–if I even managed to enter it the night before...

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A few weeks ago, I wanted to make dinner with a pot of quark my brother and I had bought a few days prior. Or so we thought. No matter where we looked, it was nowhere to be found. My brother calls it the quark mystery. How do people think they can dominate the whole world? I can't even control my dinner

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Have you ever been on a diet for health reasons that somewhat kind of worked but was mostly exhausting and ruined your mood? Imagine walking past a bakery that smells of cinnamon rolls and other diabolical treats that don't match your current diet AT ALL but get your mind stuck on craving them. After giving it much thought, you give in, only to realize it doesn't taste half as good as it smelled so you ruined your diet for nothing... That basically sums up my whole life.

Hi, you may call me Co, and I have no idea how tumblr works.