#Depression Mention

[lovelylonelymoonlight]

Any dc writer with balls should have Bruce go through a whole ass mental breakdown when Jason dies

I don’t mean just yelling no at the sky and then punching people in the face- I mean going catatonic for hours at a time, refusing to eat or sleep, he goes mute again like he did as a child, he maybe even makes an attempt on his life, and yeah he’s also punching people but he’s Lettjnf them Hit him Hurt him because Alfred took away anything he could use to hurt himself with at home

It drives Dick away not because he doesn’t care but because he Can Not Do this. He’s also grieving and his dad looks through him like he’s not there. He doesn’t talk or even look at him most of the time and so he can’t be home he physically cannot fucking be home

And then Tim comes along. And Tim will talk to Bruce even if he’s not listening, even if he’s not there because he’s used to talking to himself. And he’s said robin died but he’s not in grief like Bruce is- he follows him out on patrol where if Bruce gets hurt or refuses to talk Tim could get hurt a Child could get hurt. Bruce is forced to eat and sleep and take care of himself because Tim is there and Tim needs him, or at least he pretends to and that’s what matters

[thebackestofburners]

Sam in early S8 is wild, he's like "but could a depressed person do this" and then almost dies

[joomju]

Okay so I overdid it physically last week. This happens about once or twice per year - I sign up for a sporting event and it turns out to be far more than what I had trained for.

Afterwards, I needed time to recover. I was expecting 3 or 4 days of being "off".

I was not expecting the brain gremlins to come and eat me. It actually took more than a week for me to get my feet under me.

I talked to my coach today and - this is normal.

It is totally, 100% normal, to experience what the kinksters would call "subdrop" after a sports game. And it is totally, 100% normal for an athlete who is injured/recovering to get depressive symptoms. When we can't access our normal sources of dopamine, and the body is trying to recover and really doesn't want us getting out of bed? Depression is normal.

All these years of being told to suck it up, and it turns out I was perfectly normal. I have so much to unlearn, about myself, and about the "caretakers" who were responsible for me.

[sneeb-canons]

Mind also has depression but is in denial about it because he thinks he "doesn't count" because he's still able to be productive (some people with depression cope by throwing themselves into their work and not being able to relax or tend to their other needs)

Headcanon #607

[rainbowd00dles]

I'd like to thank citalopram for my sudden increase in productivity. Last year was one of the worst for me, but since I've been on these meds I've gotten my interest in art back

[goodoldfashionedengineer]

Sometimes I read a comic featuring the Batfamily and I am really enjoying myself.

And then someone has the most wild out of nowhere inner monologue that punches you right in the gut and all you can think about is 'Please go to therapy and get on some antidepressants'

[falsettos-every-day]

hello all, this blog is on hiatus until I get my depression under control. I know I know, "how much energy does it take to copy a line a day??" more energy than I have apparently!

[metalatias5]

CW: depression, self-harm mention

I'll never be able to stop thinking about that railing scene with Lucifer

Like I know he was just thinking of something random to say about the Hotel to answer Charlie's question without going straight to the "I don't think redeeming Sinners works" answer, but the fact that the first random thing he could think of was

"Y'know I think this railing needs work. One good push and you'd go right over the edge. Whoopsie! Bye-bye!"

There's just two major reasons why I can't stop thinking about this little seemingly random and silly scene

Reason nr. 1 would be looking at this scene with the context of Lucifer's Fall from Heaven, like.. ouch

Reason nr. 2 and what's been mainly plaguing me due to this one being on a personal level.. I know what it's like to be so deep down in the pits of Depression that suddenly all you can really register in your surroundings are potential ways to hurt yourself (or worse), like, for example, throwing yourself down a flight of stairs, or (you guessed it) going over the railing of a balcony to go "whoopsie! bye-bye!", so the fact that was literally the first thing he could think of just hasn't been able to leave my brain

I just had to finally get this thought out somewhere, I just needed to mention it, but I wasn't sure how or where since I know depression and self-harm, etc are such sensitive topics, especially when talking about personal experience, so I decided to just make a post about it with appropriate warnings on top and tags to allow ppl to filter it out

[marksandrec]

Marks and Rec: Misc #2532

Ah. Well then. (Dialogue from aly__dixon on twitter.)

[coinandcandle]

How to do Magic Without Motivation

The first half of this is an explanation and an anecdote, to skip straight to the advice, read under the "~~~~".

I'm reading a book called Feeling Great by Dr. David Burns* and in it, he asks the reader, "What do you think comes first, motivation or action?"

The logical answer is "motivation" right? But that's not it, often times even a simple action can help you get the motivation needed to get the job done. If you wait until you are motivated to do it, you may never get it done. So don't wait, just get started on it. Alternatively, do something. It doesn't even need to be related to what you need to do, just getting up and starting on something can help build your motivation.

For example, my partner is struggling with his mental health right now and often forgets to take care of his part of the house chores. I also struggle with mental health making it hard to get chores done, so I understand where he's coming from. Instead of getting mad or snapping at him, I started asking him to help me by taking 15 minutes to clean the apartment.

We talk about what tasks need to get done and go into it knowing that if the task doesn't get finished that's fine, once the 15 minutes is done we can either call it there or finish the task. But after that 15 minutes is up the obligation of the task is no longer a problem, because we've done what we set out to do. Even if we don't finish we still walk away from the unfinished chore with a sense of accomplishment and we can move on to doing other things.

So I've also started doing this for other areas of my life. I decide the tasks that need to get done and I set a timer; usually, I use the Pomodoro method but sometimes I just use a single timer.

I do this in witchcraft too. That's one of the things that inspired me to start weekly witchy questions and witchy assignments.

~~~~~

More than once I've gotten an ask that says the person has a hard time feeling motivated to actually do any witchcraft even though they do want to do it, it's hard to actually do it. So try this next time:

Decide what you want to do, be it divination, a spell, reading, researching, etc. then set aside an amount of time that feels reasonable. Typically 10, 15, or 20 minutes are a good place to start.

Don't bite off more than you can chew!

Get out of the mindset of "well other witches can do XYZ for hours at a time" or "I should be able to do XYZ easily for 45 minutes straight"!! It's better that you start out with a short amount of time for a simple task that way you don't overwhelm yourself. Besides, you shouldn't be basing what you do on what other witches do. Look to others for inspiration not competition!!!

Pick a simple activity and a short amount of time. Don't try to motivate yourself to get up and do it, just get up and get started. If you try to justify to yourself why you should be motivated or why this task needs to be done and so on, you'll only burn yourself out before you started.

*I've just started on this book but so far I'm elated. It's a self-help book for depression and anxiety and even has a "cliff notes" section at the beginning. The author writes in a casual way that doesn't feel stiff or like he's talking down to the reader--something I've struggled with in these types of books before. There's a reason it's so highly rated. If you're struggling with depression and/or anxiety, read the book with me and let me know what you think.

[bigoltrashpile]

Hallo, can I get the skeles with an s/o that does not have a very healthy lifestyle? they don't usually leave the house, watch tv/play videogames for hours, don't have a balanced diet and are generally lazy, could be due to depression and really bad self esteem issues.... I know most of them probably wouldn't want an s/o like that but damn, I just wanna live the dream bro 😓 also.. you're pretty cool

Hey, don't put yourself down like that! There's someone for you, I promise!

Mafiatale Sans: Oh that's a mood for sure. He knows how it feels to only want to laze around because it doesn't feel like anything is worth moving. However, he also knows that it's not good for you. Though he definitely will indulge in shitty eating and lazing around, he'll drag you around on some of his errands and little adventures. Not only that, but he'll also take a leaf out of Papyrus's book and encourage you to feel better!

Mafiatale Papyrus: Papyrus has dealt with Sans's nonsense his whole life, he knows how to help! He'll gently encourage you to get up and eat a vegetable every now and then. If you don't feel like getting out of bed, never fear! He'll scoop you out of bed and carry you until you feel better!

Mafiaswap Sans (Lucky): Even if Lucky doesn't understand the feeling, he knows his brother feels the same as you most of the time. So he'll do what he does with Slim: be there for you whenever you need him! He won't try to force you to feel better, that's never going to work. But he'll definitely get you out of the house more, help you make friends and build a support system! But he can definitely be persuaded into staying in bed with you sometimes, turning a depressed morning into a wonderful cuddle session!

Mafiaswap Papyrus (Slim): Oof, that hits too close to home for him. If you tell him how much you don't like your lifestyle, he'll realize that he's maybe a bad echo chamber for you. He'll do his best to change himself for you! He'll "coincidentally" be going out for a walk (no matter how much it shocks Lucky) when you have free time, and encourage you to come with him, buy better food, and maybe even try to get you to talk to a therapist! Until you do, he's always there for you, honey.

Mafiafell Sans (Butch): Yikes, he may not be the best guy to help with this. He definitely has the same habits, but he'll want to help in any way he can. He might help you find a counselor or therapist of some kind, maybe even go to one himself. Stars knows he needs one. If you don't want to though, he'll definitely help with the self esteem. He thinks you're the cutest lil thing in the world, and he's gonna let you know it!

Mafiafell Papyrus (Noir): Though he may not be the most gentle or understanding, Noir will certainly do his best! He loves you, and a few less than healthy habits aren't going to change that! He exercises every morning, and though you may not want to, he'll certainly try to drag you out for a walk in the mornings. Exercise is good for human's health, he thinks, maybe this is a start?

Mafiaswapfell Sans (Scar): Ah, his time has come. He knows all too well what depression looks like, he saw it all the time Underground. He'll instantly see that you need help when you never go outside, laying in bed and losing track of time. If you let him, he'll help you make a schedule that gets you interacting with people more, getting you out of the house, and eating better. If you don't, though, that's okay too. He wants you to be happy more than anything, and if being a listening ear is what you need, that's what he'll be. Even if he doesn't have ears.

Mafiaswapfell Papyrus (Hound): He knows all too well what depression and low self esteem feels like. Even though he doesn't know how to help very much, all he can do is offer his love. Your love helped him, so hopefully his love can help you! He'll tell you how much he loves you, bad habits and all, and help you see the beauty of life. If he can do that, hopefully it will help you!

[mutantenfisch]

Started typing a long ass vent post about my mental health and all the things i think are wrong with me atm.

Scrapped it because as much as i genuinely appreciate sympathy, what I think I really need is being taken seriously by medical health professionals before i show up at the mental health clinic with a suitcase and the already very clear thoughts of how to execute an attempt to do something incredibly stupid behind me like i did almost exactly a year ago.

So yeah today's vent post is brought to you by me trying to get another therapist's actual self on the phone instead of the AM and then not getting either.

[echoes-lighthouse]

Me in September trying to decide which of the many art/fandom prompt lists to work on in October: 😊😋🎨🤔✍️

Me in October remembering seasonal depression exists and creating Absolutely Nothing: 😨🍂😣🫨🍁🎃

[counselor-the-mentat]

The right way to care (1).

Summary: a little brother takes care of a depressed big sibling.

Word count: ~600.

Lazy Saturday. No will to get out of the bed. Maybe the head was filled with some plans a long ago but not right now. Everything except staring at the ceiling seems exhausting. Being alive by now seems a miracle. But is it actually? Doesn't matter, airheads can't think.

"Hey, sib. Ya 'kay?" the little brother asks, leaning on the doorframe. He's pretty long for his 16 and it's hard to say that he's younger one. He received no response but didn't left. Instead, he sighed heavily and got closer to the bed. Mattress bend under his weight, his arms wrapped around tired body. His hot steady breath tickled the nape of the neck. "Hey, wanna eat? I can fry ya some potatoes. With nice sauce," his long thin fingers brushed against sibling's cheek. "No? Don't be picky. Ya needa eat or ya will turn into a.. hmmm.. a raisin. A little, shrinked raisin, ya hear me?"

No response, tho.

He sighs once more. "I wish ya felt better now, I swear... I wanna my sib back. My dear elder sib who enjoys my barely edible cooking. By the way, I got better at it, so.. maybe ya will give some potatoes a try?.." No response again. It's like talking to a dead. "M'kay, big grumpy. But keep in mind that I won't let you to starve to the death, hear me? I'll force-feed ya if I have to."

He snuggles closer, brushing his nose against sibling's cheek. "When ya used a bathroom last time? Ya know ya needa go pee-pee time to time, right?" His words are met with a sour groan. He understood everything by this simple reaction. "Woah, woah, yeah, c'mon. Ya needa this for sure."

Unhappy groans and whines never saved anyone from being dragged by limbs down the bed. "C'mon, cooperate!" he says, grunting. Once he finally managed to drag the dead-inside body to the bathroom another problem raised — when you pee your bottoms should be down. And the only person that wanted sibling's shorts and underwear down is their little brother who's hands were tagging those down already. "Ouch! Don't slap, I'm helping! I'm helping, ya airhead! C'mon, just your underwear down, I'm not even looking. Do you see me looking? Me neither."

It takes some time to relax in such tense position. But eventually the peeing is done and underwear is on again. "So, was it worth struggling? Huh?" the brother sounds stern but softens just in a moment. "M'kay, let's go back to yer cave, sib."

It's much more lovely in "a cave" than anywhere else. In the soft bed. But nausea from endless laying starts to go up to the throat.. But it's secondary.

"If you stay the same undead by the evening I'll be forced to give you a bath," the brother reminds casually. Well.. maybe there is some problems with lack of movements. Just slightly. Maybe it worth to get up once and wash without any help. The brother was persistent last time, no way something may change his mind.

"Ya make me feel lazy.. I don't wanna leave ya, I gotta make sure ya okay." His hand makes slow circles on sibling's tummy. It's almost magical how everything about him screams that he's the elder one here. Just somehow. "Ya won't kick me out, right? Yeah, of course. Ya have no energy for that. That's why ya trapped with me, sib," he chuckles softly. "Wanna share some sweet dreams?.. Yeah, let's just.. get more comfy here."

He softly takes the tired body in his arms, his embrace is like a safe pillow fort. Nothing can get through this. "Sleep well, sib. You need some good rest," he whispered gently.

[brain-deadx0]

Sometimes I forget that your mental health usually shows itself in what may seem like unremarkable things.

But today I was just singing a lot to the point where my throat started to get sore and it made me think of all the hours I've spent singing in my barn while filling water tanks (which usually takes a while)

Anyway I realized I haven't really sang in over a year, let alone for long periods of time or even in my barn.

Life has kinda sucked for a while now due to things out of my control and I could recognize that I was slipping deeper into depression than was normal for me. I just couldn't really do anything about it.

But like, taking a minute and realizing how long its been since I've sang and then actually noticing that I was doing it again?

Anyway this probably isn't super understandable since its really late and im tired but yeah. Sometimes just taking a second to think about what you're doing unconsciously and stuff I guess.

[dreamsofalife]

((Mental illness is a bastard but I'm even more of a bastard. This is my space to do what I want in, with who I want, when I want. If I want to post nothing but fucking bardcore covers of 80's synthpop, I'll do it.

I am in control. I am not my disorder. If my brain wants me to think I'm literally the devil, I'll sit on the fucking throne of Hell and make out with hot demon chicks. Maybe I'm being incoherent but I'm allowed to be incoherent! My space! My life!

Life's been weird for me lately and seasonal depression hits hard, but a bitch is hitting back. If this bullshit thinks it can take me out when I've been clinically dead before and come back, it has another thing coming.))