#E-Mental-Health

[tempest-tales]

[stari-hun]

The funniest part about Kakania is that Isolde’s involvement in Book 6 would’ve been solved if she was actually certified

[mossyberries]

[sethdomain]

he is like... Scar but nicer and not actually evil

[gallusneve]

some of y'all are really weird about where people should spend their own money on

[mente-forte-arte-audace]

La lotta interna non è sempre visibile, ma è reale e merita attenzione.

Il disegno rappresenta l'ansia. Le linee disordinate e intrecciate, specialmente attorno al busto e alle mani che sembrano stringere qualcosa vicino al cuore, trasmettono un senso di soffocamento o confusione interiore. L'assenza di un volto definito aggiunge un senso di alienazione o di perdita dell'identità, elementi spesso associati all'ansia. Il modo in cui le mani sembrano cercare di trattenere qualcosa, forse emozioni o pensieri, evoca una lotta interna intensa.

10 ottobre si celebra la Giornata mondiale della salute mentale.

[stuffyflowers]

[petrichorium]

pluvi begging you to expand on gojo not wanting what happened to his mother to happen to you 🙏

warnings: it’s all a dream so nothing is real aside from the flashback stuff but pregnancy as horror, (sewing) needles, implied gore/eye trauma, implied child harm, gojo is messed up yo!!! and its bc of his mama!!!

he dreams about her.

it’s an odd thing, really. gojo isn’t much of a dreamer—not much of a sleeper, all things considered, but it’s difficult not to give in when you drag him to bed and curl up in his arms. the soft rise and fall of your chest, the steady thump of your heart, the sound of your breath; it soothes him into slumber.

and he dreams about her. she was always young. he’s older now than she ever got to be. frail, thin; borderline skeletal, robes hanging from her body like webbing. she sits in a chair facing a window, swathed in moonlight, the silver of her embroidery needle glinting with each stab. her face is veiled. her stomach is swollen with child.

she doesn’t turn to him, but she beckons without noise. his feet take him easily to her, and he kneels at her side as she sets aside the embroidery hoop to let him place his head on her knees.

her hand is cold as it threads through his hair. it’s gentle, at first. then harsher a moment later. she grips firm, tugs him up by those electric white threads, stares down at him through all that elaborate lace.

he imagines she’s weeping beneath it. his mother never wept before him, but she was pretty in the aftermath, eyes puffy and pink and shining. they were a cold kind of loving when they regarded him. she must have been beautiful once, elegant and lithe and willowy, cruel like the heartless sea and sharp like a brilliant diamond, but whatever was there is long gone. he thinks all sons must empty their mothers, bleed them dry from within, because his was always a shell.

she trails her hand down the side of his face, and he turns into the palm and closes his eyes, and she is silent as she sets down her embroidery to lift her veil. she is silent and hollow and eidolic as her fingers brush down his jaw and tilt his head up to look at her.

but it’s your face that he sees when he opens his eyes.

it’s your hand against his cheek, your eyes pink and puffy and pretty, your stomach bulging by his own doing. it’s your fingers that pluck up the needle, still attached to a thread of brilliant cerulean, and raise it to his eye.

his mother never was able to pierce him with that needle. she stopped herself, each and every time, dropping it and tugging him close in shame. she never doted, never was kind, but she never did manage to harm him.

you do. he lets you. it’s only fair. whatever thing is in your stomach can’t be human—whether god or demon what does it matter, at the end of the day—and didn’t he put it in you himself? if his mother never got the satisfaction of spilling his blood, shouldn’t you?

but he wakes just as the tip pierces his iris, and you hold him in your lap, eyes wide with concern and not puffy from weeping, and you hold no child within you. your hands thread through his hair and they’re warm, your lips plush when you bend to press a kiss to his brow.

he turns inward to press his face into your (empty, blissfully vacant) abdomen. the wetness he leaves there, falling from his so very coveted eyes, is colorless.

he thinks it ought to be brilliant crimson.

[setmefreehunnybee]

JFO and Surviving Trauma

Hi everyone, lil off topic and OOC

I just finished Jedi: Fallen Order, and I now have

F E e L I N G s

One of my biggest is the way that Fallen Order deals with not ONE, but TWO, traumatized characters so kindly and realistically.

First, we have Cal, oh B O Y Cal Kestis my beloved. Throughout this entire story, we not only see, but feel the echoes of his past. Sometimes, that ability is crippling (a certain boss fight I won't spoil), but sometimes, it is a way for him to grow, to connect with others on these collective experiences. Not only this, but they show a character that has every right to be gruff, edgy, and a loner. Cal has every right to shut himself off from the world, to live life with a 5 foot barrier, just as many trauma survivors are completely justified living in this shut off state. BUT. NO. They chose to write a character who is hopeful!!!! He's witty, he's optimistic, and he's empathetic!!! This is a character, that, despite having EVERY reason to close off, he chooses not to.

He chooses to follow his master's words, he chooses to trust Cere, and BD-1 and Greez. Honestly, it gave me a new perspective on my own mental health. You can choose to live afraid, you can choose to push your past down so far that it grows back out the ground as walls, or, you can live. Truly, live. You can look at your past for what it is, you can live with your mistakes, and you can grow. So many times through playing, I found myself questioning my own outlook. Am I living with hope? Am I trusting that I am in control, that I can choose?

And even as his foil, Cere learns from Cal. She realizes that all hope is not lost, that her faith isn't quite gone. She continues to be cynical, and unsure, and wary, because that is all she knows. Cal teaches her differently. Cal finally opens the door back into the light, by showing her that there is another way to live! Cere might have saved Cal back on Bracca, but really, that was the moment she saved herself. She travels with this scrappy, 18 year old kid who looks at every challenge and just keeps going. He laughs, he smiles, he cracks jokes. She meets a boy that just, keeps living. She learns that, no, she can't take back what she has done, but she can change. She can grow.

She can choose.

It reminds me that I can choose. In spite of it all, in spite of every bitter reason life throws,

I. Can. Choose.

and that is beautiful

[donttouchtheneednoggle]

Feel like shit so I'm going to sit in the park in the sun and finally learn to crochet if it fucking kills me

[clownsuu]

Ah, I'm a bit nervous about this but!!!!

I've been in art block for the past like 2 years (or, at least, that's what I've dubbed it as??? I haven't been able to pick up a pen and draw during that time😭😭 just haven't had the motivation) and seeing you push through it like you have been is really inspiring to me!! I decided to try again and I had a lot of fun actually! I wasn't sure if I was actually going to upload it or not and I would have rendered it more but 🤷‍♂️

Thank you for... being you!!

(P.S I just saw the human version, I'm going to die now... 😭😭)

WAA Looks so good for a artblock gamer!! But make sure to rest when your body needs it!

[nullacambiasetunoncambi]

Quella sensazione di vuoto

e solitudine

che ti logora dentro...

-nullacambiasetunoncambi

[x-heesy]

The more anger you hold in your heart towards the past, the less capable you are of loving the present.

#autosuggestion #pointofview #codingyourself #programyourself #endlessness #creatingyourself #neverstoplearning #fantasy #empathy #equality #respect #love #basics #joy #mentalhealth #healing #selflove #worship #smile #positivevibes #support #spirituality #follow #meditation #beautiful #community #spiritual #help #loveyourself #success #scripture #soul #hope #love #faith #believeinyourself #life #peace #motivation #inspiration #blessed #truth #happiness #grace #happy #quotes #art #trust #wisdom #family

Don't Worry Be Happy by Bobby McFerrin 🎵

[chrliekclly]

jst realized i cn post this whole page now since i didnt draw n e thng while we shot mental health day, so heres all the doodles i did on set to try to remember things this season!

[freja-with-a-j]

THIS GOTTA BE ON ETSY

[emiliehaunted]

[𝑩𝑷𝑫 - 𝑬𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑫𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒚] "The cage is open. You can walk out anytime you want. Why are you still in there?" 🔏 - Ph: @emiliehaunted Model: @clavel_verde_carla