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[aggro-my-beloved]

here’s a blurb from a dasher fic i’m working on. it was originally going to be for soulmate sept, the print being soulmates that save each other from near death experiences. let me know if it’s worth finishing…TW: descriptions of violence, gore, ptsd and insomnia

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The last fortnight has taught Asher to despise silence. His ears still suffer residual chimes with credit to Milo severing the ward. The nightmares are nonetheless merciful. Babe’s admitted to stop waking him in the middle of the night when they feel the uncontrollable twitches of his body rock the mattress. As much as it pains them to do so, they’d rather their husband suffer a full night’s sleep than be a zombie in the aftershock. Only when—if the screaming starts, do they unshackle him from his subconscious with vigorous shakes and desperate pleas to come to. His crisis counselor assigned eagerly by the department following the disastrous elemental games knows this, they’re in his head right now. But Asher refuses to let them fester on even more of his trauma in order to recommend some new, up-and-coming meditation tactic. It’s already enough to breathe and hold on counts of four when David’s present.

“David Shaw—he’s your alpha, correct?”

Damn. Asher counts to four on his inhale, and strains out an answer. “Yes.”

“Have you been confiding in one another since the incident?” The department worker crosses one slack-painted leg over their opposite knee and entwines their hands. Asher knows this pose well. They have found more of his pain to gnaw on.

He plays dumb. “Confide how?” The counselor releases a displeased sigh.

“You know, Asher, there’s only so much I can understand about your situation. I was not present that day in the stadium when…everything occurred.”

“But you’re supposed to be who I confide in. That’s what the department bribed you for. My friends aren’t being paid to treat me.” He sinks back into the uncomfortable polyester chair. The backing digs into every vertebra of his stiffening spine as he crosses his arms.

“Of course you can confide in me. I am licensed to treat those suffering with post-traumatic stress and grief. But I was not beside you to witness the full extent of what happened that day. David was, hmm?” They raise their eyebrows in a silent challenge. Does Asher see where they’re going with this? He does. But he stays silent and stoic in his seat. He counts: one, two, three, four…

The end to this conversation is predictable. But hearing his best friend’s name urges the healing gash on his abdomen to ache. He knows David was covering him (and failed) as the shade’s piercing talons raked his side. Waking to the sight of his alpha’s amber eyes swimming with tears and trembling hand’s gloves in crimson walks the fence of fever dream and religious experience for him. But of one thing Asher is certain, it wasn’t Sam who’d saved him in the arena.

[aquaquadrant]

our kids - chapter one

Rated T for: References to death, blood/injury, strong language, violence, graphic description of gore and death of minors (in nightmare form, not real), grief, survivor's guilt, post-traumatic stress disorder, panic attacks Summary: It’s a hopeless endeavor. Even if they manage to get the boat out to sea, and she isn’t sure that they could, their plan has been exposed. It’ll be all too easy for the military to track them down before they get anywhere near to Isla Nublar. And yet, despite this, Roxie knows she still has to try. “I’m not just any civilian,” she says, lifting her chin as she pretends her voice isn’t shaking. “I’m Roxanne Jamil, head counselor of Camp Cretaceous, and those are my kids out there. I’m going back for them, no matter what your protocol says.” ~*~ The campers are stranded on Isla Nublar for three years and presumed dead in the meantime. Back home, Roxie and Dave try to pick up the pieces.

A/N: Well, this got massively out of hand. I started writing this months ago after watching Chaos Theory and initially anticipated a 10-15k oneshot. But at that point it became clear to me I had a lot more to say about Dave and Roxie than I thought, so here we are. Enjoy!

For some reason Tumblr won't let me put in a link preview at the top so click below to read on A03! Reblogs/comments are appreciated <3 - Aqua

[ultimate-shipper-blog]

Pt. 11 epilogue

1987

It took weeks to process their grief. They held a memorial service in Steve's backyard. There was no body to bury. It had faded before them. Something about the rules of time, they weren't listening. They didn't care. She slipped through their fingers forever.

They miss her so much.

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1989

Robin is standing in front of him and Eddie with a pregnancy test. Her mouth is open, her hands shaking.

Eddie is pacing in a circle.

"Well?! What is Buckley spit it out!" He rips the test out of her hands and stares at it. He wordlessly passes it to Steve.

Steve looks down at the little pink plus sign. A ghost of a smile takes over his face. He looks back up at them.

"Lydia," he whispers.

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1990

She crying. She hasn't stopped crying. Steve has never been so happy to hear a little voice. One week old and she's the best thing that's ever happened to him.

He's rocking her in the chair Joyce got him. His parents completely disowning him when he came out gave him the opportunity to get new parental figures. She has a birthmark where the puncture wounds were. Little freckles in the places she bled the most. A reminder from another life. It wasn't all a dream.

"Hey," Eddie's watching him from the doorway, a tired smile on his face.

"You wanna switch over?" He asks.

"No, not yet." Steve says shaking his head. "I finally get to see her grow up, I know I get to live to see her grow." His breathing quickens.

"We got her back Eds, we finally got her again."

Eddie walks to him, running his hand through Lydia's baby hairs.

"I know Stevie, we're parents." He looks over at Steve.

"I love her so much it hurts. She's never leaving us again. "

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2005

"What do you mean you're leaving us!?"

"C'mon Pa it's just summer camp! Plus Uncle Dustin's the main counselor you know he basically runs that camp. Besides whats the worst that can happen?"

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1 month later

Eddie and Steve rush into the hospital room.

"Oh my god what're you guys doing here?!" Lydia shouts.

"What do you mean! We're your parents! You got hurt. You're in the hospital!"

Lydia rolls her eyes.

"I broke my arm. It's not a big deal kids break bones all the time, plus John's been helping me." She points somewhere behind them. The two spin around, noticing the shy boy sitting in the corner.

Immediately they don't like him.

"Oh?" Eddie's eyebrows raise. A snarl on his face. "And who is this?"

"Well sir I-I'm John...I go to camp with Lydia-"

"Oh!" Steve throws his hands in the air. "And you're the reason our daughter's here??!"

"Dad!"

"What?!"

"No-o sir I-"

"Dad leave him alone! He's just a teenager!"

"Yes Lydia! I was a teenage boy too!"

Eddie gives him a flirtatious grin.

"Yeah you were quite the teenage boy weren't you sweetheart."

"Oh yuck!" Lydia groans. "I'm fine, can you guys leave yet? I'm literally supposed to leave camp in a week. You couldn't wait that long?"

"Of course not!" Both of them grab her cheeks pulling at them. "You're our precious baaaaabbbyyy~"

"Ok! Ok! I love you too!" She giggles. "I'll see you soon."

"See you munchkin, I'm just gonna have John here walk us out so we don't get lost."

She rolls her eyes, "whatever."

When they leave the room the two corner John.

"You will not go near our daughter again you understand?"

"Y-yes sir."

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2015

"It's the same dress." Steve says staring at Lydia. "The same dress I met her in."

"Should we ever tell her?"

"No, no. El said to keep the lives separate. She's been having dreams though. The other day she remembered you face-planting at the bowling alley. We're supposed to keep the scars a secret too. We got lucky she hasn't really questioned ours too much."

"Well...there's no upside down for her to worry about and that's what's important."

"Do you think she even realizes that she saved millions of lives." They look over at her giggling with her bridesmaids. A smile on their faces.

"I hope she gets everything in this world and more."

"What are you two yapping about?" Lydia's laughing at them.

"Just making fun of John."

She cackles. "How many years has it been? Give him a break, after today he'll be my husbaaannnnd."

"Yuck," Eddie sticks out his tongue disgusted. "That twerp? Still want him huh? Not too late to change your mind munchkin."

She shoves him.

"You think he's ok?" She's biting her lip in worry.

"Sweetie, he loves you, he literally ignored every threat we gave him to love you. This was meant to be."

"You believe all that?" Lydia asks, "fate?"

Steve takes one arm while Eddie takes the other.

"I believe in it all and most of all, I believe in us, in you."

She smiles at them.

"Ok then...let's go"

Together they walk her down the aisle, as a family.

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THE END :D

I hope you didn't cry too much. I got attached to these little suckers.

Whooooo it's been a whole week since I started writing this and now it's done!

Let me know your thoughts! I'll be putting it on ao3 tonight.

My ao3 is pinned in my profile <3

Please comment!!

Thank you for the support:)

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[homicidal-awareness]

If someone is experiencing an 8-10 on the HI scale and a serious risk to others, are there any ways to help them besides hospitalization?

I understand if that's really the only option but I'm curious if there are ways a trusted person could help de-escalate

Yes!

8 and up on the scale designates an episode, but only 10 is a crisis that would need hospitalization.

8 is what I label a milder episode. I'm more in control of myself, and it's easier for me if I'm experiencing an episode in public, because I'm a little less volatile and a little less at risk of harming someone else, unless I'm stuck around people for a while with no way of getting away. But I still have a very strong, almost physical need to kill.

9 is a more severe episode. I need to get home and get the homicidality out of my system NOW. I'm barely keeping myself from harming someone near me.

And 10 is a crisis. The circumstances for this one can vary. Maybe it's especially strong and my usual coping mechanisms aren't working. Maybe I don't have any coping mechanisms at all. Maybe I'm stuck around people while in an episode and I'm quickly losing my patience. Whatever the case, this is where I'm an active danger.

For me, when I'm experiencing an episode, I first take steps to physically isolate myself from other people. There have been times an episode hits me while I'm in public, so I have to leave and go home so I'm not around anyone.

From there, I generally use more aggressive coping mechanisms to get it out of my system. I listen to violent music, pace around my room, punch pillows, and stab boxes. Sometimes I talk to people online about what I'm experiencing, and part of my plan involves calling my therapist if I feel that's necessary (probably for a strong 9 and up). I have a running list of coping mechanisms here, which is generally geared towards episodes.

I used the 988 hotline once (text line) and I will caution others, as that hotline is not trained to deal with homicidal ideation. They weren't helpful for me (and actually would've been harmful if I hadn't judged what they said closely and decided against it. They suggested I take a walk around my campus, which would've been dangerous).

I would say if you're in a homicidal episode, it is best to physically isolate yourself. If you're worried, let someone know you're having an episode so they're aware and can step in if you're in a crisis, but I know I personally cannot be around anybody while in an episode because I'm at risk of harming them. If I talk to anyone, it's online/over the phone.

As for what support you should offer to someone else experiencing an episode, mainly be aware of how severe the episode is, where they're physically located (you may want to help them isolate if they're stuck in a public space), and make sure they have the means to get it out of their system the way that works best for them and is safest for the space they're in. Keep in touch with them as well to gauge if they're reaching a crisis and need intervention. Encourage them to call any therapists/counselors/psychiatrists or local hotlines they may have. Be there (online or over the phone) if they want to vent. But again, make sure you are in a safe spot to provide support. Give them space.

For what specifically to say, offer words of reassurance and support. Don't insult or demonize them for what they're thinking and feeling. Be calm and have an easy tone. Homicidal episodes are often spurred by anger, and you don't want to exacerbate that. If the person wants it, you could guide them through some breathing exercises, or pose questions to help them process the emotions and 'reasons' behind the episode (since many episodes will have triggers that spark them). And if necessary, you can provide some reasons they shouldn't kill. Things like noting what they'd miss out on in jail, maybe noting the grief it would cause to those around them, etc.

Be careful giving reasons they wouldn't be able to get away with murder. It can certainly be helpful for some. But it can also spur trains of thought dedicated to theorizing how best to get away with murder, which can be dangerous. You want to keep HI as an urge, and not let it become a plan. An urge to kill combined with a plan for when/how to do it / get away with it usually constitutes a crisis. If the person starts musing over any sort of plan, stop that in its tracks immediately.

Definitely talk to the person first and see what they personally are comfortable with and would need when in a crisis, though. Everyone with HI will have their own unique methods of dealing with it, and that may not line up with what I recommend.

This was a longer response than I anticipated, but I hope it answers your question!

Other folks feel free to share what you'd want someone to do for you when you're in an episode! I'm going really mostly off my own experiences/preferences, but I know others may have different needs!

Thank you for the question!!

[soy-ginger]

Eyeballed (not traced) the base from “cinemaria123” on Pinterest

Made a cute LMK oc please welcome Xinhun (Xin for short) with gentle yet firm hugs

My dear Xin is essentially a human conduit for emotions with sadness being the strongest of them all, Xin has often found themselves cry for no reason and later can transfer emotions to others like how Aang sealed Emperor Ozai’s bending (vewy twamatising 👌)

They truly admire Macaque and often refer to him as M’lord, Xin first encountered their Lord at one of his shadow plays and fell in love with how he channels his emotions and focuses them in to his story telling

Xin’s love for their Lord is purely admirable and platonic, they would and will follow Macaque into a death mission (I don’t want to get reported for saying the S word) and be mostly ok with the mission because they listen to what he’s trying to them trough both his actions and words

Xin enjoys napping mostly due to all the crying taking a lot of energy, (carries snacks and cash because hungy) and playing with the small shadow box they made after meeting Macaque

When in an area or at an even with too many and too much emotions all at once they become apathetic and indifferent to most others often coming off as a bit rude or in some more common cases air headed

For work Xin works part time as an emergency child grief counselor and part time baker near the theater 🎭

The first thing Xin said to Macaque (much to both their embarrassment) was “Starlight” due to his missing eye looking like a star 👁️ (don’t judge me he’s beautiful) 🤩

Xin can barely see Glamour, to them glamour looks like plastic wrap on a fresh tattoo, a little in the way but you can still see the tattoo pretty clearly. There are little to no secret looks when glamour is involved, shapeshifting on the other hand is normal for shapeshifting is manipulating the body while Glamour is similar to illusions (I’m assuming) 🪄

When Xin first met Wukong they kept staring at where his collar is much to his ire (in my world he uses glamour to be taller) and compliment his freckles which later confused MK

MK much like their individual Monkey mentors is like a car crash of emotions shifting back and forth, up and down, it’s almost too much however Xin dose a quick Bluey upset toss (look it up) and try’s to be as comforting as a friend of a friend can be (which isn’t much but it’s something)

Later when they learn that MK is the Harbinger of chaos Xin try’s to calm him down resulting in them getting hit, MK freaks out even more and try’s to run, Xin dust them self’s off, catches him and holds him (wee angst)

Xin’s outfit in this image includes a sleeveless mock turtle neck, a crop hoodie, light joggers with breezy leggings underneath, and athletic shoes. The hair is a mullet (based off of my mullet irl lol)

Any who that’s my OC, love them, hate them, doesn’t matter I’m just having fun and playing around with some ideas, might make a whole story idk

[elizabethplaid]

feb 15 notes, part 2!

Today's a game of good-news/bad-news, but I'm feelin' pretty chuffed (not my usual slang, but it feels right). Notes from earlier in the day are here.

Starts with some bullet-points, then into slightly longer discussion of the near-future.

G- Was in bed and horizontal before 7:30am, phone down before 9am

B- Woke up a couple-few times, maybe got 4 hours of sleep total.

B- Woke by realizing I was picking at my skin in my sleep

G- Put on lotion instead of picking at my skin more, to help me calm down. Somewhat helpful? Clearly, I need to stim, but I need it in a more positive sense than picking.

N- Up and out of bed around 1:30ish. Little jittery but mentally fine.

G- Used acetone to remove my nail polish, then clipped my nails. It's been like 3-4 weeks since the last clip. (Should help with picking, I hope)

N- Nearly out of acetone. Considering I got that big bottle 10+ years ago, that's pretty good. Will need to get another bottle of that and maybe some non-acetone nail polish remover, specifically for non-hobby use.

G- Our late-xmas Amazon order items are arriving. Today was a new camera remote (for the dslr) and a Breaking Benjamin cd

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I plan to knit this evening, hopefully catch up with the YT videos I've been avoiding. (I'd wanted to be in a certain mindset while making the bracelets, so I limited what I'd watch during those instances.)

Need to revisit some of last night's music. There was a fun compilation of 90s music, and a few songs were delightful nostalgia. Got misty with a few, too. Those and the ASMR thing from earlier are things I want to make separate posts about. Not quite a "crying log" like @champagnemanagement does, but at least wanting to note things for this time period (eg February, the time I've set aside for mental health).

I've asked to have stew for dinner on Sunday. That day marks 11 years since mom has passed. I had some metaphoric connection of her passing/my grief and stew, but I've forgotten the exact words. It's a comfort meal; it's got more veg than other things I eat. Dad was always more of a cook than mom. He likes to do all the work for this meal, but I enjoy getting to chat with him while he chops veg and such.

Phone friend has expressed interest in visiting, which I've mentioned to dad before. I hope to discuss these plans with my dad, while he's busy prepping the stew. I think dad and phone friend would get along well in person. But we're gonna hang out in Ellsworth for this visit, rather than hanging out in my town. (I still plan to inflict the "Pledge of Allegiance" Burma Shave signs on them, muahaha.)

Amid all our texting, I've had some good insights - stuff worthy of recounting to my counselor. So I'm thinking of taking screenshots, then transcribing the images. I have another week until the next session, so I have time to at least skim for notes. I like having that record, for better recollection and processing of info for later.

Revisiting older notes from previous years earlier has been helpful. Certainly gives me perspective and comfort about how far I've come. When going through some books a couple days ago, I found my copy of Steven Levenkron's "Cutting: Understanding and Overcoming Self-Mutilation", including some notes I stashed between the pages. I'm curious to observe my growth since those days (ie 2009). Though I didn't cut, my skin-picking has been similar.

I know that this isn't LiveJournal, and I don't reveal all my thoughts and secrets like I used to on that platform. But I hope some of these discussions might help others, as I have been helped by others' writings over the years. The shame and stigma of mental health adventures will still linger, even as our cultural understanding develops over time. Sharing these bits of our inner-selves with others gives me hope that we'll be okay in the end. Progress is progress, even in tiny bits and steps.

[towardfatherhood]

Why I Chose to Stay Faithful

It wasn't hope...

...in case you are wondering. Or sentimentality. I'd fully accepted that our marriage was on its deathbed.

"You can do whatever you want," came the assurances of well-meaning friends. "Your marriage is over; it's just a Piece of Paper down at the courthouse." I had heard this phrase before, but never had reason to give it any consideration until now. Suddenly, it mattered. My own marriage was the subject, and the predicate was personal.

It wasn't helplessness

Once upon a beautiful time on this lovely land, I raised a trio of dairy goats. Their daily contributions of warm, fresh, life-affirming nourishment were a joy to me. One sunny spring, one of the dams, whose unusually thin udder had earned her the moniker Tiny Tina, grew suddenly very thin. Dairy goats are rather squishy mammals, carrying their guts very low, slung from high, angular hip bones; a saggy bag of water swung from a sturdy coat hanger. But Tina's eyelids had grown pale. Her jaw swelled; her coat roughened. By the time I understood what was happening, this peaceful, wonderful animal had a fatal case of barber pole worms. I treated the worms and tried desperately to restore Tina's strength and vitality, but to no avail. Soon she was immobile on the barn floor, alone, shivering and murmuring to herself. Tina was dying.

I knew I could put Tina down quickly with my rusty old farm rifle, but the idea seemed so very brutal, a sudden and heartless end to a faithful partnership. After all she'd given, and now facing this undignified end, Tina deserved to find peace at her own pace.

It was hospice

I chose to care for Tina through her final days. In the brief moments between housekeeping and homeschooling, I visited Tina with blankets and gentle words, doing what I could to keep her clean and comfortable as she faded. It was hospice, as best I could manage. Understanding that she would soon die, I dug a small grave for her behind the barn. The ache in my arms and sweat on my back felt honoring to the work Tina and I had done together.

Tina died quietly two days later. I buried her just as quietly, without fanfare, steeped in solemn gratitude.

Every dying sentience deserves a dignified end. My marriage was such a being, a solemn partnership that fostered new lives and nourished growth. It broadened my horizons and showed me wisdom. As my teacher and friend lay wheezing, mortally ill, I refused to simply shoot it in the forehead, or turn my back and let it die alone, whilst I shopped for a new one. My marriage deserved my fidelity in death, just as it had in life.

It was the birth certificate

This is why I stayed faithful, why I chose care over abandonment: if my grief and feelings of disconnect could reduce my marriage to "just a Piece of Paper," then my marriage, at it's very core, had only ever been a piece of paper. It had only existed as a binding reality as long as I "felt" married. But the vow I had so solemnly taken, before God and my community, was “until death.” That piece of paper was a birth certificate, and I chose to sit alone with my ward, my marriage, my friend, until the bitter end.

It was an honor

I am proud of the care I gave, though it was draining, demanding, crushingly lonely at times. I stood at the edge of death, feeling its nearness, and I wept. I cried more in that year of stillness than in all my previous years of toil and effort. I was able to sit in such fidelity only with the adamant, warm, vociferous support of my family, close friends, church community, therapist and counselors. They comforted me, prayed for me, encouraged me, cried with me, checked on me, sent their notes and thoughts and love and care.

It was not alone

In that sense, I now at last realize, I was never alone in my fidelity. My entire community sat faithfully with my marriage in its final moments. My marriage died, not lonely or alone, but in the company of angels, carried in the stalwart love of a faithful people. As it should have. My marriage deserved that much.

[premierinsightcounseling]

Virtual Therapy vs. In-Person Therapy in Glendale, Arizona: Which Is Right for You?

In today’s fast-paced world, taking care of our mental health is more important than ever. Thankfully, residents of Glendale, Arizona, have access to various therapy options, allowing us to prioritize our emotional well-being in ways that fit our lifestyles. One of the biggest decisions people face when considering therapy is whether to opt for virtual therapy or in-person sessions. Both options have their benefits, but which one is right for you? Let’s explore the pros and cons of each so you can make the best decision for your mental health journey. https://www.premierinsightcounseling.com/blog/1234411-virtual-therapy-vs-in-person-therapy-in-glendale-arizona-which-is-right-for-you

[bexduri]

hellooo there!! anth's (26, he/him, est) in your area! i'm really excited to be here and to introduce you to a muse who's really near to my heart, park duri(he/him, '03)! he's essentially a recreation of one of my most beloved muses, specially catered to this verse! i hope you all grow to love him as much as i love him! here you can find his about, here you can take a look at his pinterest, and here you can find some plots! without furtherado, let's get into park duri! if you'd like to plot, please like this post or feel free to im me!

i would just like to give a quick heads up that there is some triggers under the cut (and on duri's about page), these include car accident, parental death, ptsd, and injury! they're tagged accordingly, just in case you'd like to skip!

born on christmas day in 2003 in seoul to two young parents, who were still in college at the time of duri's birth.

this meant that he spent a lot of time with his family members, like grandparents, and that of the such. duri became really family oriented from a young age because of this - he's always been pretty close to his family.

duri's parents kept going back and forth on names that they wanted to name duri at the time, and it was taking them a bit. however, when aeji's friends had visited her in the hospital to see the baby, they made mention of him being the perfect combination of the both of them. so, her friends suggested naming him duri (두리) meaning two. these friends still check in on duri from time to time, and he's friends with their kids, even though he is older.

when duri is four, his parents get their dream jobs, and they're finally able to live in a better apartment, and they kind of move to more of a fancy apartment, thanks to the jobs the two took on.

CAR ACCIDENT TW, PARENTAL DEATH TW // however, life took a turn for the worst when duri is six years old, and a car accident occurs, with him in the back seat. both of his parents pass from the accident, leaving duri the sole survivor, being pulled from the accident by bystanders. // END TW.

INJURY TW // he injured his leg pretty badly in the accident, causing him to be in a cast. later having to get physical therapy to get it back to the proper leg! he tends to suffer from a pain flare up in his right leg every now and then, but he usually just pushes through it - tending to hide it from those around him in someway because he doesn't want them to worry // END TW.

his uncle, hojoon, and his aunt, mihi, take over guardianship of duri. his uncle and aunt own a café, living in the two floor apartment above their successful café, in hongdae, mapo-gu, seoul.

PTSD, GRIEF TW // duri developed ptsd from the car accident, causing him these intense nightmares every now and then. sometimes even the sounds of smashing glass would cause him to have a ptsd episode. he would ultimately end up going to a therapist and grief counselor to help him. sometimes, he still struggles with his mental health and nightmares, but it's under control. // END TW.

other health is duri having an alcohol allergy. meaning he tends to have a terrible time with most foods, but will tend to pop allergy medication when he wants tteokbokki.

at some point, duri got really into music and singing. he would often sing a lot, run around singing, sing to himself, and all that type of stuff. his uncle and aunt picked up on it, but it wasn't until duri came to them that they put effort into getting him into music classes, most importantly vocal classes to really help him cultivate the vocals he was truly blessed with.

always did really well in school, got high marks. was often the class president/class representative because he was friends with everyone. a lot of people would tend to use that to their advantage though.

definitely got picked on too, though, due to being "so happy" and "so nice" all the time. also because sometimes he wouldn't eat in the cafeteria and would find somewhere to eat himself when his mental health would be making him feel kinda overwhelmed. this is something that he'll still do and that's probably when you know duri isn't feeling the best.

spent a lot of his time doing vocal classes and things of that nature, he never attended an after school academy - instead, he taught academics to himself in some kind of way. kind of just studied really hard, just so he didn't need it.

won a lot of talent/singing shows around seoul as a teenager, became rather known in that circle, especially for his voice.

he went on a variety show as a teenager as well, a singing show (think something like fantastic duo, the sistar episode lives in my head), that gathered himself some attention.

after the talent/singing shows and that variety show, he would often get casted by talent scouts. but, he always thought he was being scammed so he turned them down.

he has a youtube channel that he tends to upload to every now and then, maybe you could call him a youtuber, duri might not. but, he tends to upload song covers to that channel, as well as some of the vocal/talent competitions he's taken part of around seoul. check out duri's record shop on youtube!

he's known for his beastly vocals.

he really loves to sing, essentially does it pretty often, and is known to sing to himself whenever he's doing a task.

he attended yonsei university for like six months, but it just wasn't for him at all, so he ended up dropping out.

as a teenager, he gained two certifications - one in vocal training, as he got super into it throughout all the years that he's been in vocal classes himself and really studied, so he took the test! also attended barista school at night and got his certification in that, simply so he can help out at his uncle and aunt's café.

currently, duri works as a barista at his uncle and aunt's café! this is temporary, simply because he's trying to chase his dreams of becoming an idol. he uploads to his youtube channel every now and again, as well, especially because he has some more time.

duri can easily be described as bright, bubbly, happy, and sweet in a way; he's almost sickly sweet, bright, bubbly, and happy. he challenges the sun in that way and it's like sunshine follows behind him when he walks.

tends to hide his sadness and gloom because it's something that he feels from time to time, thanks to his mental health; but, he never wants to burden anyone with it, so he kind of just buries it in someway. perhaps, there's someway that you're able to tell that he's sad when you're close to him, but otherwise, he hides it.

there's not one mean bone in his body; who knows how that's possible, but duri doesn't know what that means!

i've always said if duri wasn't smart, he'd definitely be a himbo. he holds the himbo energy, 100%.

heart is too big for his chest really, he's someone who's also super caring and will always care about someone. tends to put others' before himself.

he can usually be seen with a big smile upon his lips. he's truly just always smiling.

honestly he's kind of just like a puppy, he's a soft boy in a harsh world, kind of scared of the world sometimes. he's a really big dreamer, believes in the stars, very into y2k stuff (lots of his wardrobe is y2k inspired.) likes big sweaters. really likes books, has a collection of books. loves plushies, has a collection of those as well. big foodie, big on cooking as well. can make a mean latte. he really likes "cozy" video games, such as stardew valley, animal crossing, disney dreamlight valley, house flipper, you see the theme!

he's not a big fan of cars or small spaces. elevators are something he's not a fan of, but he takes them because he usually just has to. at this point, duri just closes his eyes, stands in the back, and sings quietly to himself, pretending he was somewhere else. keeps his eyes closed until he's off the elevator - it's honestly a sight to see.

duri lives in the apartment next to his uncle's and aunt's apartment that's above the café, just so he has his own space and they thought it would be good to give duri his own space, esp so he can hang out with friends and such in his apartment. duri is still often in their apartment because he tends to cook dinner for them. half the time he's not entirely sure what to do with his own space, but you know.

he's very big, super gay! just very very gay, and we love that for him.

he's a big, big fan of cherish and nana. has definitely gone to a few different cherish and nana concerts over the year. also really likes ri5e/ris3, lightspeed, starlie, and a.maze.

really hopes he gets the chance to be a trainee and debut as an idol (main vocalist), it's his biggest dream and he's working really hard towards it! ♡

[namube]

hellooo there!! anth's (26, he/him, est) in your area! i'm really excited to be here and to introduce you to a muse who's really near to my heart, park namu (he/him, '03)! he's essentially a recreation of one of my most beloved muses, specially catered to this verse! i hope you all grow to love him as much as i love him! here you can find his about, here you can take a look at his pinterest, and here you can find some plots! without furtherado, let's get into park namu! if you'd like to plot, please like this post or feel free to im me!

i would just like to give a quick heads up that there is some triggers under the cut (and on namu's about page), these include car accident, parental death, ptsd, and injury! they're tagged accordingly, just in case you'd like to skip!

born on christmas day in 2003 in seoul to two young parents, who were still in college at the time of namu's birth.

this meant that he spent a lot of time with his family members, like grandparents, and that of the such. namu became really family oriented from a young age because of this - he's always been pretty close to his family.

due to a special moment of his mom's friends bringing her a small, decorated pine tree when they visited her after giving birth to namu, his parents decided to take namu (나무), meaning tree, from sonamu (소나무), meaning pine tree; a tree traditionally used for christmas, as his name.

when namu is four, his parents get their dream jobs, and they're finally able to live in a better apartment, and they kind of move to more of a fancy apartment, thanks to the jobs the two took on.

CAR ACCIDENT TW, PARENTAL DEATH TW // however, life took a turn for the worst when namu is six years old, and a car accident occurs, with him in the back seat. both of his parents pass from the accident, leaving namu the sole survivor, being pulled from the accident by bystanders. // END TW.

INJURY TW // he injured his leg pretty badly in the accident, causing him to be in a cast. later having to get physical therapy to get it back to the proper leg! he tends to suffer from a pain flare up in his right leg every now and then, but he usually just pushes through it - tending to hide it from those around him in someway because he doesn't want them to worry // END TW.

his uncle, hojoon, and his aunt, mihi, take over guardianship of namu. his uncle and aunt own a café, living in the two floor apartment above their successful café, in hongdae, mapo-gu, seoul.

PTSD, GRIEF TW // namu developed ptsd from the car accident, causing him these intense nightmares every now and then. sometimes even the sounds of smashing glass would cause him to have a ptsd episode. he would ultimately end up going to a therapist and grief counselor to help him. sometimes, he still struggles with his mental health and nightmares, but it's under control. // END TW.

other health is namu having an alcohol allergy. meaning he tends to have a terrible time with most foods, but will tend to pop allergy medication when he wants tteokbokki.

at some point, namu got really into music and singing. he would often sing a lot, run around singing, sing to himself, and all that type of stuff. his uncle and aunt picked up on it, but it wasn't until namu came to them that they put effort into getting him into music classes, most importantly vocal classes to really help him cultivate the vocals he was truly blessed with.

always did really well in school, got high marks. was often the class president/class representative because he was friends with everyone. a lot of people would tend to use that to their advantage though.

definitely got picked on too, though, due to being "so happy" and "so nice" all the time. also because sometimes he wouldn't eat in the cafeteria and would find somewhere to eat himself when his mental health would be making him feel kinda overwhelmed. this is something that he'll still do and that's probably when you know namu isn't feeling the best.

spent a lot of his time doing vocal classes and things of that nature, he never attended an after school academy - instead, he taught academics to himself in some kind of way. kind of just studied really hard, just so he didn't need it.

won a lot of talent/singing shows around seoul as a teenager, became rather known in that circle, especially for his voice.

he went on a variety show as a teenager as well, a singing show (think something like fantastic duo, the sistar episode lives in my head), that gathered himself some attention.

after the talent/singing shows and that variety show, he would often get casted by talent scouts. but, he always thought he was being scammed so he turned them down.

he has a youtube channel that he tends to upload to every now and then, maybe you could call him a youtuber, namu might not. but, he tends to upload song covers to that channel, as well as some of the vocal/talent competitions he's taken part of around seoul. check out namu's song forest on youtube!

he's known for his beastly vocals.

he really loves to sing, essentially does it pretty often, and is known to sing to himself whenever he's doing a task.

he attended yonsei university for like six months, but it just wasn't for him at all, so he ended up dropping out.

as a teenager, he gained two certifications - one in vocal training, as he got super into it throughout all the years that he's been in vocal classes himself and really studied, so he took the test! also attended barista school at night and got his certification in that, simply so he can help out at his uncle and aunt's café.

currently, namu works as a barista at his uncle and aunt's café! this is temporary, simply because he's trying to chase his dreams of becoming an idol. he uploads to his youtube channel every now and again, as well, especially because he has some more time.

namu can easily be described as bright, bubbly, happy, and sweet in a way; he's almost sickly sweet, bright, bubbly, and happy. he challenges the sun in that way and it's like sunshine follows behind him when he walks.

tends to hide his sadness and gloom because it's something that he feels from time to time, thanks to his mental health; but, he never wants to burden anyone with it, so he kind of just buries it in someway. perhaps, there's someway that you're able to tell that he's sad when you're close to him, but otherwise, he hides it.

there's not one mean bone in his body; who knows how that's possible, but namu doesn't know what that means!

i've always said if namu wasn't smart, he'd definitely be a himbo. he holds the himbo energy, 100%.

heart is too big for his chest really, he's someone who's also super caring and will always care about someone. tends to put others' before himself.

he can usually be seen with a big smile upon his lips. he's truly just always smiling.

honestly he's kind of just like a puppy, he's a soft boy in a harsh world, kind of scared of the world sometimes. he's a really big dreamer, believes in the stars, very into y2k stuff (lots of his wardrobe is y2k inspired.) likes big sweaters. really likes books, has a collection of books. loves plushies, has a collection of those as well. big foodie, big on cooking as well. can make a mean latte. he really likes "cozy" video games, such as stardew valley, animal crossing, disney dreamlight valley, house flipper, you see the theme!

he's not a big fan of cars or small spaces. elevators are something he's not a fan of, but he takes them because he usually just has to. at this point, namu just closes his eyes, stands in the back, and sings quietly to himself, pretending he was somewhere else. keeps his eyes closed until he's off the elevator - it's honestly a sight to see.

he's very big, super gay! just very very gay, and we love that for him.

he's a big, big fan of cherish and nana. has definitely gone to a few different cherish and nana concerts over the year. also really likes ri5e/ris3, lightspeed, starlie, and a.maze.

really hopes he gets the chance to be a trainee and debut as an idol (main vocalist), it's his biggest dream and he's working really hard towards it! ♡

[tasneemkhamusipschologist]

The Role of Counseling in Overcoming Life Challenges

Introduction

Life is filled with challenges that can impact our mental, emotional, and physical well-being. From managing stress at work to navigating relationship difficulties, these challenges can feel overwhelming. Seeking professional counseling can provide the necessary support to overcome these obstacles. For those in Nagpur, Tasneem Khamusi Psychologist offers expert guidance to help individuals build resilience, manage emotions, and find healthier coping mechanisms.

Understanding Counseling

Counseling is a collaborative process where individuals work with a licensed therapist to explore thoughts, feelings, and behaviors. It provides a safe and confidential space to discuss concerns without fear of judgment. Counseling is not just for those experiencing mental health disorders; it is beneficial for anyone dealing with life’s challenges.

Tasneem Khamusi Psychologist specializes in helping individuals navigate stress, anxiety, relationship difficulties, grief, and other emotional challenges. Through tailored therapeutic approaches, she empowers clients to build confidence and embrace healthier perspectives.

Common Life Challenges That Counseling Can Address

1. Work-Related Stress

Heavy workloads, tight deadlines, and workplace conflicts can lead to burnout and anxiety.

Counseling helps individuals manage stress, develop time management skills, and establish a healthier work-life balance.

2. Relationship Issues

Miscommunication, trust issues, and emotional disconnect are common in relationships.

Relationship counseling near me provides couples with tools to rebuild trust, improve communication, and strengthen their bond.

3. Anxiety and Depression

Persistent worry, panic attacks, or feelings of hopelessness are signs of anxiety and depression.

Anxiety therapy in Nagpur offers evidence-based treatments like Cognitive Behavioral Therapy (CBT) to manage symptoms.

4. Grief and Loss

Losing a loved one can be an incredibly painful experience.

Counselors provide grief support to help individuals process their emotions and navigate the stages of loss.

5. Self-Esteem and Confidence Issues

Low self-esteem can prevent individuals from pursuing goals and building healthy relationships.

Therapy encourages self-reflection, helping clients build self-confidence and embrace their true potential.

Benefits of Seeking Counseling

Emotional Support

Counseling offers a supportive environment where individuals can openly express their feelings.

Better Coping Strategies

Clients learn practical coping techniques to manage stress, anxiety, and negative thoughts.

Improved Communication Skills

Through therapy, individuals develop better interpersonal and conflict resolution skills.

Enhanced Self-Awareness

Self-reflection allows clients to understand their thoughts, behaviors, and emotions.

Strengthened Relationships

Couples and families often rebuild stronger relationships through guided counseling sessions.

Why Choose Tasneem Khamusi Psychologist?

Experienced Professional: With years of experience, Tasneem Khamusi provides compassionate and tailored counseling.

Safe Space: Clients feel secure discussing their emotions in a non-judgmental environment.

Holistic Approach: Her therapeutic methods address both emotional and mental well-being.

Flexible Counseling Options: Offering both in-person and online counseling in Nagpur for added convenience.

When Should You Consider Counseling?

Persistent feelings of sadness, anxiety, or anger

Difficulty maintaining relationships

Trouble coping with stress or traumatic events

Loss of interest in daily activities

Difficulty focusing or making decisions

If you experience any of these signs, consider scheduling a session with Tasneem Khamusi Psychologist. Taking the step to seek help is a sign of strength, not weakness.

Conclusion

Counseling is a valuable resource for overcoming life’s challenges and improving overall well-being. With the right guidance, individuals can gain insights, develop coping skills, and lead healthier, more fulfilling lives. If you're in Nagpur and seeking support, consult Tasneem Khamusi Psychologist to begin your journey toward healing and growth.

[peaceofmindcounseling]

Counselor Near Me: How to Find the Right Therapist for Your Needs

Looking for a counselor near me can feel overwhelming, but finding the right therapist is an essential step toward improving your mental well-being. Whether you're dealing with stress, anxiety, depression, trauma, or relationship issues, the right counselor can provide guidance, support, and effective coping strategies. In this article, we’ll explore how to find a qualified therapist near you and what to expect from counseling.

Why Professional Counseling is Important

Many people hesitate to seek therapy because they believe their problems aren’t "serious enough." However, counseling is beneficial for anyone looking to:

Gain a better understanding of emotions and thought patterns.

Develop healthier coping mechanisms for stress, anxiety, and depression.

Improve relationships and communication skills.

Heal from past trauma and overcome challenges.

Boost self-esteem and achieve personal growth.

How to Find the Right Counselor Near You

When searching for a counselor near me, follow these steps to ensure you choose the right professional:

Check Credentials and Licensing

Ensure the counselor is licensed and trained in the area of mental health that matches your needs.

Look for professionals with experience in treating anxiety, depression, addiction, trauma, or relationship issues.

Read Client Reviews and Testimonials

Reviews from past clients can give insight into a counselor’s approach and effectiveness.

Consider Therapy Specializations

If you need help with a specific issue (e.g., PTSD, grief, addiction), look for a specialist in that area.

Evaluate Communication Style

Choose a counselor who makes you feel comfortable, heard, and supported.

Check Accessibility and Location

Finding a therapist close to home ensures regular attendance and consistent support.

What to Expect from Counseling Sessions

Once you've chosen a counselor near me, here’s what to expect from your therapy journey:

Initial Consultation – The first session will involve discussing your concerns, background, and therapy goals.

Personalized Treatment Plan – Your counselor will create a tailored approach to address your specific needs.

Regular Sessions – Therapy is most effective when attended consistently, whether weekly or biweekly.

Ongoing Support & Growth – A good counselor will help you develop tools to manage emotions, stress, and challenges in everyday life.

Types of Therapy Offered at Peace of Mind Counseling & Consulting

We provide a wide range of counseling services, including:

Individual Therapy – One-on-one sessions for personal growth and emotional healing.

Cognitive Behavioral Therapy (CBT) – A structured approach to changing negative thought patterns.

Trauma & PTSD Therapy – Specialized care for those recovering from traumatic experiences.

Anxiety & Depression Counseling – Support and coping strategies for managing symptoms.

Addiction Counseling – Helping individuals overcome substance use and addictive behaviors.

Couples & Family Therapy – Strengthening relationships and improving communication.

Take the First Step Toward Better Mental Health

Finding the right counselor near me is an investment in your well-being. With the right support, you can navigate life's challenges, improve your relationships, and develop healthier coping strategies.

Conclusion & Call to Action

If you’re looking for a compassionate and experienced counselor near me, help is available. Therapy can provide the support and tools needed to navigate life’s challenges.

Peace of Mind Counseling & Consulting offers expert therapy services tailored to your needs.

63 W Main St A-5, Freehold, NJ 07728, United States

If you would like to book an appointment, visit our website.

[myrandomthoughtsforu]

Warnings: mentions of suicide, grief, 9/11. Lmk if there's more!

Everything Happens for a Reason

People often say this when something bad happens, but I truly believe it. Sometimes, the reason isn’t clear—it hides beneath the pain—but it’s always there.

Another thing people say is that time makes you forget. That, I don’t believe. I remember the worst moments of my life. I remember the first time I experienced grief. I used to wonder if anyone would care if I didn’t wake up the next day. I thought those feelings would pass in a week. But then September came.

September changed everything.

9/11. What a horrible day.

That morning, I got on the bus. I saw her. I didn’t think much of it—we hadn’t talked in six years. In class, we were learning about what happened, about where our teachers had been on that terrible day. We did this every year, and every year, I thought to myself, I don’t know what I would do if I lost someone close so suddenly.

It felt like a normal day.

But there was a pit in my stomach. I chalked it up to the gut-wrenching stories being told all around me. I pushed the feeling aside. Now, I know I should have trusted my gut.

On the bus ride home, I saw them get off, like every day. Nothing seemed different. I got home, did my usual routine—homework, dinner, then a nap. I slept in the same position, on the same pillow as always. Finally, I felt at peace. Home. Safe.

Nothing bad would happen, right?

I woke up at 9:00 PM. Checked my phone. Texts from my best friend. TikTok notifications. Everything seemed normal.

Then I read my friend’s message.

Someone had been hit by a car. Near my house.

My heart dropped. I asked who, hoping, praying it wasn’t someone I knew.

Please.

Then came the answer.

I felt everything and nothing all at once. No. No, that couldn’t have happened. No way. I refused to believe it. I stared at the texts. Checked my email. No, no, no, no.

It felt like the walls were closing in, like I was trapped in a nightmare.

I cried. Told my mom, my brother, my father. They already knew. What they didn’t know was that I knew her.

I read the email out loud, pretending it didn’t affect me. Pretending I was fine. My brother told my mom I wouldn’t be taking the bus the next day. My mother slept in my room. They made me food. I didn’t want to eat. I did anyway.

Pity. That’s what I felt.

The next day was picture day. Dress nice. Fake a smile. Hope nobody brings it up.

In the car, my friend was angry. Everyone was saying it was suicide. I didn’t want to believe it either. At school, people whispered. Grief counselors were there. People cried. Therapy dogs roamed the halls. But I didn’t reach out for help. It felt selfish. Others had known her better. Others had lost more.

So I kept pretending.

The next day, too. My friends aunt drove me home. Said she felt so bad, said she wanted to cry because of how many kids were coming into her classroom crying, i wondered how she would feel if she knew how i felt.

Would she feel bad? Pity me? Like my family?

The third day, I couldn’t do it anymore. I stayed home, swallowed whole by grief, sadness, anger.

A week later, on Saturday, my grandmother was in the hospital. They said she was okay. That she would be home soon.

That night, I went to the memorial game. Pink-out, her favorite color. It was nice to feel something other than sadness for a little while.

The next morning, my mother came into my room. I pretended to be asleep, lying in the same position, on the same pillow. She left. I heard her whispering to my dad.

Then I heard the words.

My grandmother had passed. Pills. Suicide. Again.

She told me. But I felt nothing. No tears. They were all gone.

I missed my first homecoming for her funeral. And I still didn’t feel anything.

The person who hit her came over. I wasn’t mad anymore. It wasn’t their fault. But I couldn’t take it—I left the room and cried and cried.

Five months later. January.

I was talking to S about her. We had all been friends at some point. She confirmed it. Suicide.

I held back tears. Went home. Cried. Told my mom. She already knew.

I hadn’t wanted to believe it. But it was the truth.

Six months later. My fifteenth birthday.

I cried. But something changed that month.

Maybe it did happen for a reason. I would never forget it, but maybe there was meaning behind it.

I realized why I was still here, despite wanting to leave since I was seven.

Maybe they thought no one would care.

But I saw it—I saw everyone care.

I cared.

That’s when I decided: No matter what, I would stay. I would live.

For them.

I learned that even if you never forget, even if the pain lingers, things happen for a reason. Even if that reason is hidden at first.