#(overwhelmed by positive emotions)

[queerism1969]

[baksuz-art]

[binabadaboom]

maybe when people say it gets better, hold on until you get there, they mean stuff like tomorrow you will drink a delicious cup of coffee, and a week from now you will find a new favorite song, and a month from now you will see a child jumping in a puddle and smiling

it doesn’t stay better, but there are moments that are better than right now and sometimes life is holding on to one of those moments until the next rolls around

my moment to hold onto right now is a cherry tomato i snuck from the neighbors bush, which tasted like bacon and was probably the best thing I’ve ever consumed. it’s fading though, hopefully a new moment comes soon

[fandomsandassortedgoods]

Pre-Prideyear where Woody and Buzz are out on the roof waiting for a forecast meteor shower but when it starts Buzz suddenly grabs his hand. Woody looks over in surprise, but Buzz is just staring at the shower in awe. Woody goes back to staring too and doesn't pull away.

[juicysock]

Battling Depression

Battling depression isn't about if you can or if you can't. It isn't about waiting for your motivation to sprout back someday. You can do it, your motivation needs to be sowed and tended to and cared for properly.

If you don't have the energy to get up, find it in yourself to move your limbs around while you wake up. It'll take a bit, but it'll physically be easier to peel yourself out of bed.

If you don't have the energy to shower, find it in yourself to wash your face and hands.

If you don't have the energy to do laundry, find it in yourself to just toss in one or two outfits.

If you don't have the energy to clean the room, find it in yourself to pick up little things you know what to do with before you even think about it. Things like trash or trinkets that go on shelves.

If you don't have the energy to take out the trash, find it in yourself to tie off the old bag and set it aside to replace a new one. You can bring it out on your way to work or school the next day.

You'll make progress, slowly, and you won't realize. One day you'll look in the mirror while you're washing your face and go, "I want to wash my hair," so you'll get in the shower. Washing your hair will turn into standing under the warmth of the water because you won't remember how much you missed it. It'll turn into remembering the warmth you can give yourself. You'll wash your hair, and you'll finally have it in you to wash your whole body with it.

You'll be grabbing your one or two outfits and say, "wow, my other clothes haven't been worn in awhile. I can throw in a few more things," and you'll do your first full load of laundry since it got bad.

You'll look at how much cleaner that room is when some of the trash and trinkets are out of the way, and you'll want to know how nice it'll look when it's done. You'll get that room clean, it might take a few days, but you will.

You'll be tying off that trash bag someday, and you'll think how short of a walk it is to get it to the door. You'll finally bring it outside before you replace the bag.

One day, you will look in the mirror again, and you will see a person, I promise, as long as you don't give up.

[loveyourlovelysoul]

Maybe we are even more anxious and prone to spiralling because we were never allowed to speak about our fears and process them through communication with an outside source, someone we considered knowledgeable, trustworthy, and that would have kept us safe in any way (caregiver).

Maybe is this type of emotional neglect, of abandonment and gaslighting, of telling us "Ah, it's nothing/You're imagining stuff/You're being overdramatic/You're exaggerating things/You're too sensitive" (prolly used also to avoid thinking themselves about things they weren't sure about but felt responsible for) that only made us shut down our fears, have to deal with them alone without having the ability to, and let them rot inside in the dark instead of confronting, welcoming and understanding them so to let them free and feel free... Maybe all this is what is still blocking us. Keeping us in this anxious cycle.

This sensation of not feeling heard, seen or valued in our emotional and physical experience, of having our worries deemed as nothing and our ability of judgement, and our worth, been diminished. Of having our emotions and needs left unmet somewhere inside of us. They are probably what is crying and shouting from within us now. Through our fears and insecurities. Through our doubts and triggers. Let's talk more with oursleves and also let things out freely by confronting them when we feel okay to. Let's be more vulnerable, and even more let's talk with someone who has the right knowledge and can help us too in processing what is going on with us.

Even if we were taught so, we don't have to deal with everything alone cause others cannot be trusted or aren't able or willing to listen to us for whatever reason. There are people who can actually help us. Even just by listening to us. We're not too much, even when we're overthinking something that usually could be seen as nothing but in that moment feels like a humonguos weight. It's what happens when we're anxious, it's nothing we can easily control when overwhelmed. Let's be more compassionate with us too. We deserve love, respect, understanding and support whatever we're going through.

[magicicephoenix]

so uh hehe

A gift for you 👀

What If I were to animate the intro theme to doctor who

But as your au instead 🤭🤫

HUH?.?!

[owlbelly]

showing up to anti-zionist community rosh hashanah services tonight like "hello i am ready to weep & maybe do some arson. does anybody want to burn anything down"

[mimocrocodilelol]

Ok I maybe a little bit late with this ('cause it's already 108 followers but-)

AAAAAAAA 100 FOLLOWERS!! THANK YOUUUU ALL SOO MUCHHHH you have no idea how much I appreciate all of your likes reblogs and support and just our interactions in general!!

[scribblyspaceskeleton]

Gentle reminder that emotions can be a trigger for overstimulation up to the point of a meltdown, even if they're positive.

I have literally had meltdowns and panic attacks from being too happy.

I know lots of people fight like hell to pursue happiness, but for me, my goal is to pursue calm and quiet.

[yourmentalhealthpal]

Your mind is a sky, thoughts are the clouds. ☁️ Observe them as they pass by, without getting caught in their storm. Let each thought come and go, knowing that you are the vastness that remains. 🌟

[lifemod17]

sending this way earlier than i usually would because snuck outside and caught the most beautiful sunrise i’ve seen

that looks UNREAL oh my goodness??!!

Please know I'm making a stank face as I look at this. You know the kind of stank face you make when you hear a really gnarly, nasty guitar riff? Yeah, that one.

[strawxbunny]

decided not to isolate today and things are already better and sweeter and great

[lesbiansanemi]

I'm so tired

[mamamittens]

One of my favorite genres of OC-centric stories (or even canon centric if I'm being honest) is the one where the author is clearly Having A God Damn Blast. It's silly, the world is actively bending over backwards to make things happen, and it's all for their favorite blorbos.

It's also really hard to read, not because of any technical issues or regular, bad writing issues. Nah, I have a hard time reading them because I physically can't take it all in. I skip over whole sentences, stop and start reading the same chapter. I laugh my ass off and go do something else for a bit.

It's hard to explain but if I had to, it'd be that these stories actively drive me to stim without meaning to. I literally, physically, can't calmly read these fics despite my best efforts. I have to pace. I need to wave my hands or smack my fingers together in little one handed claps. Snap my teeth or bounce on my heels.

I just.

I have to DO SOMETHING.

And because of that, I'm more liable to drop them because I end up stopping my OWN DAMN SELF from investing enough to keep up with updates. Double if the chapters tend to be really long cause it's then also an issue of time commitment.

I rarely comment as it is but these are stories I hold back from commenting on if I can help it cause I have SUCH a hard time being coherent or normal about it.

It's just so damn embarrassing how riled up I get (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

[weather-phenomenon]

me when i wanna scream this song but im on the bus :/