#I've heard about people keeping the umbilical cord

[gunsli-01]

Hey, so something's been bothering me since Yuno's second trial, and i've yet to see anyone point it out, i'm not sure if this is relevant or anything, but...

Who's the daddy?

Like, we've had two trials now, and almost no information on which client was the father. My best guess is Schoolgirl Yuno, and that's just because she actually seems to like that one? She's the only one that's never blue, she dissapears after the abortion is done, and the coat from t2 is hers

I love her, she's one of my faves, but i keep getting the sinking feeling that we missed something vital. And since the father is the only thing that hasn't been explained, i'm kind of fixating on it endlessly (contrary to her wishes, but we have a job to do babe, sorry)

I'm not sure where i was going with this, but... thoughts?

(sorry if this is a weird ask, honestly i'm just kind of losing it and i need someone to tell me if i'm focusing on the wrong thing. Also hi, this might actually be the first thing i've done on Tumblr. So, hi?)

Hi! It's definitely not a weird question to ask at all. I've discussed how a lot of things regarding Yuno were overlooked during her first and second trial. Mostly focusing on the very purposeful ignoring of her feelings regarding her crime and our verdict.

I feel like a lot of people neglected to look in the father of the child in favor of turning Yuno's case into a pro-choice vs anti-abortion debate. It was a politicization tactic that ended up working in Yuno's favor but something I very much believe she will dislike given her statements during her first interrogation,

In her first interrogation four minutes and thirty-four seconds into it she says this to Es after she says it's her belief Es won't be able to judge the prisoners.

"Ah! No that's not it. It's different from what you're thinking, prison guard."

"Then, could you let me hear about it in more detail."

"Well, this has been on mind ever since I first heard about the system... Prison guard, you decide who's guilty and innocent here, don't you?"

"That's right."

"Prison guard, that's nothing more than your likes and dislikes, right? I'm not super well read in it... But Japan's a nation where the rule of law prevails, right? Getting people to decide on what's good or bad outside of that will make them go all haywire, won't it?"

She then elaborates-

"For example, news outlets. They always make a big fuss about adultery, inappropriate comments, immodesty and so on... Right? Just to start criticizing the people who make appearances on there. Don't you think it's all so ridiculous? There's no end to how much people will punish one another outside of the law."

What happened during Yuno's second trial the reasoning people displayed fed into the same thing that Yuno herself admonishes during her first interrogation. The policization and scrutinizing of individuals lives outside the realm of the law. Something that rarely ever ends and extends the duration of pain that all parties may be experiencing.

This is in my opinion why the father of Yuno's child was conveniently overlooked. The political framing used to secure her innocent verdict isn't about the father but Yuno having the right to do whatever she chooses with her body. As it is her right and something she should be allowed to do regardless of anyone else's opinion.

Yet, it's not difficult for people to see how that framing conveniently ignores the fact that some random ass adult man may have gotten an eighteen-year-old pregnant. Or how that eighteen-year-old was to their own blatant admission a sex worker. Meaning that there were probably legal steps taken or put in place around all the work she'd been doing including contingencies in the case a pregnancy did occur. Something the new translation of Undercover alludes to-

"“UNDER” My cord’s being pulled but nothing’s ever enough Contractual desires, oh what to do, FUTURE."

Along with lyrics in Umbilical,

"Am I a bad girl? Please don’t answer What do you want to do? Please tell me."

"What type of girl do you like? I want to become like that, but that’s probably too hard for me."

I think a lot of people within the Milgram fandom are too young to understand sex work is work with legal restrictions and polices around it. Work that attracts many high-profile individuals as clientele. It can involve NDA's and contracts that the workers themselves have to sign. It can also lead to news scandals that can go on for months on end if those high value clientele are found to have met with sex workers at any point let alone are found out to have gotten one of those workers pregnant.

In Tear Drop it's alluded to that there are several possible options for the father of Yuno's child. The several different versions of her outside of the lingerie one being stand ins for her clientele. It seems to me that Yuno wanted this man to be the father given the lyrics that appear alongside these images,

"The wanted wanting the wanter. The overlap, isn’t that some sort of perfection? “Poor naive little girl”? So off the mark, what’s it to you? It’s just absurd."

So, chances are the father of the child was one of her clients and taking into consideration how sex work can be her getting pregnant at all could be considered a breach of contract. If one of her clients could prove that she did it on purpose.

Hence the repeated line of "I messed up. I found out." as Yuno giggling can also be heard. I've discussed the whole concept of pregnancy entrapment before when it comes to Yuno mostly in regards to getting her a 50/50 because it was apparent to me being voted overwhelmingly innocent for the reasons people were stating would more than likely piss her off more.

Because it conveniently overlooks every other thing, she's been saying since the beginning in favor of just keeping what looks the best. Ultimately, though the father of the kid was more than likely one of her several clients who she represents as the version of herself she was while with them. Basically, the outfits she wore to match with them while out.

Q.28   How do you decide what clothes to wear for the day?

Haruka: I wear what’s there

Yuno: I pick something to match with the person I’ll be with.

Though since the guy with the watch is all we see in the second video he's probably the one Yuno liked back and possibly wanted to be with.

[tchaikovskym]

It's like I've been silent in my mind during this whole day because I assisted in a paramedic training/simulation today and it messed me up, so I'm going to tell you all about it, so you get a slice of messed up too:

It was about pregnant people emergency C-section because of cardiac arrest of the mother

If a pregnant person goes into cardiac arrest, you're pretty safe to assume that the baby is dead. No matter what.

If a pregnant person (with a big belly) goes into cardiac arrest you have to do an emergency C-section of their dead baby in 4-5 minutes

The C-section is necessary, because otherwise CPR is ineffective, since the uterus is pressing down on the abdominal aorta and vena cava

Usual gynecologist performed incision is a horizontal incision at the bottom of the belly; the emergency incision made by paramedics goes from the belly button down

The same large incision goes for the uterus, pretty much damaging it forever

During the process, bladder and intestines are possible to be cut too, but that's okay, because there is no time to think about it if one wants to keep the person alive

Once you get to the amniotic sac, you can puncture it with the scalpel (or scissors), or just put your hands there and tear it apart, it doesn't matter

Once again, you do not pay attention on not hurting the baby in the amniotic sac, because the baby is most probably very dead.

You get the baby out like whatever. Gynecologists have a special maneuver, but it's an emergency, you have a time restriction, and you have to yank the baby out.

Once you've done that clamp and cut the umbilical cord and just leave the corpse wherever

Hooray you've performed one of the worst medical procedures I've ever heard of

If the circulation of the person you're saving gets back on, you put towels in your previous incision. Like frotte towels.

At the end of it all you have a patient with a dead baby, huge permanent scar, a very high possibility of having lost the ability to get pregnant again, a possible inability to normally poop or pee for a while (because of the cut intestines and bowel), probably an infection of some kind (no time for proper sterility in this procedure), pain, and well, whatever the effects of regular CPR are

[obsidianfr3sk]

This is so stupid but it’s late and I’m curious. Do you think max still believes in stuff like the tooth fairy and Santa Claus?

First of all, i love this tye of questions, so if you want to send more, send!! Don't be shy:')

My headcanon is that Max did believe in Santa Claus and the tooth fairy when he was little, but when he turned 8-9, he probably was like "mmmm ok this doesn't make that much sense". So, when his dads asked him something like "do you already have your letter for Santa Claus?" at the start of December, he told them "don't worry, i already know Santa isn't real, but i want-"... And he proceeded to tell them what he wanted.

I also think he did write want he wanted for Christmas but instead of like writing "dear Santa", he wrote "dear Hugh and Simon" because they were going to be the ones buying him the presents anyways. At least he did that until they told him "no, this is not cute, you're a kid, believe in Santa and write him a letter", and he only did that so he could get presents.

Something similar happened with the tooth fairy thing. I imagine him telling his dads "look, here's one more baby tooth for your collection, can I have some money now, pls?" because yes, think Hugh and Simon are the kind of people who keep their kid's baby teeth in a little box

If someone believed in Santa until he was 12 or something, was Adrian.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk I have a masters degree on the Everhart-Westwood family

[the-shadow-of-atlantis]

Delivery (Part 1)

Summary: So I've been asked quite a bit about what happened when Annabella is giving birth to the twins so here you go. Also, this will be a two-parter cause wow this is getting long.

Tagging:@lizartgurl @melyaliz @coffee-randomness @gobydana @keanureevesislesbian @speedypan

A/N Faith belongs to @melyaliz

How could this have happened?

“Breath Mrs. Durham, breath.” the small woman beside Annabella encouraged.

“I'm okay.” Annabella panted as she rubbed her stomach with her free hand thinking of the day before.

"Dad, what is it?” Annabella asked as she carefully walked to him in the cave.

"I'm sorry I didn't want to tell you over the phone," Bruce said as he hugged his daughter.

"Tell us what?” Kaldur asked.

“Your father he's escaped the league is working on capturing him but our leads aren't good if I am being honest,” Bruce explained and Kaldur and Annabella stiffened upon hearing the news.

Annabella groaned as she felt a pain.

"No, not yet.”  She breathed.

"Progress report." She heard a robotic voice ask, looking up she glared at Black Manta standing at the door.

“I-it appears her contractions have started. I might still have time to administer the pain medicine if you allow me t-”

“She doesn't need it.” came Mantas cold hard voice as he closed the door.

“I'm sorry Misses.” the woman said.

“It's okay.” Annabella groaned as she tried to adjust herself.

“Come let's take a walk.” the woman said as she helped Annabella up.

“You should go,” Annabella whispered to Kaldur.

“No, I can't leave you not now.” Kaldur shook his head.

“I'm not due for another two weeks. And you can help in locating your father.”

“Annabella,” Kaldur whispered as he held her hands tightly.

“I'll stay here in the Manor I'll be safe.” Annabella kissed his hands and Kaldur leaned down and kissed her. “Go.”

Annabella screamed as a sharper pain radiated through her body and she clutched the bed railing feeling the woman stroke her back. Oh, how wrong had she been about staying at the Manor. Black Manta had easily slipped in threatening to hurt Alfred and Selina if she didn't go with him. No one would be able to reach the other in time without someone getting hurt. So Annabella agreed and now here she was giving birth two weeks early and with no help.

“Breath, just keep breathing.” The woman soothed.

“I remember you.” Annabella breathed. “You tended to me in Atlantis… Ty'lynn, right?”

“Y-yes. Manta’s troops captured me two weeks ago. I didn't know what for until you were brought on board. I am sorry Mrs. Durham.”

“It's okay. You can make it up to me.” Annabella groaned. “By making sure you keep my daughter's away from him.”

“I-I am not sure I can promise that Misses.”

“Ty’lynn please, knowing my husband and my family they will be on their way.” Annabella gripped the sheets. “But I do not know if they will get here in time so please, please promise me that you will get my daughters to my husband and away from him.”

“I will try.” Ty’lynn whispered.

After a few moments Black Manta walked back in but this time he had one of his troopers with him.

“Progress report.”

“S-she’s having some difficulty. Please, sir if we could just have some water.”

“She will be fine.”

Annabella felt the woman tighten her grip on her.

“You expect someone without their powers to give birth to two, part Atlantean babies without the help of medicine or water. They will die before they are even born.”

“If they are my grandchildren they will survive.” Said Manta.

“I can see why Sha’lain’a left you.” The woman sneered.

As much as it pained Annabella she quickly got in between the woman and Manta and stared him down. Letting out a low huff he turned and walked away.

“Stay with them.” He ordered the trooper.

Kaldur sat ridged in his seat on the bioship, his arms crossed tightly as he stared out the window. How could he have been so stupid, of course, his father would have tried going for Annabella. Sighing he looked around the ship, all of Annabella’s family was here and Megan insisted that she and Connor come. Kaldur couldn't deny them, after all, they were all close to Annabella when she was younger.

“King Orim has located the ship, coordinates have been adjusted we should be there in a few moments,” M’gann announced.

Everyone got up adjusting their weapons and making sure everyone is in place. Bruce began to approach everyone holding out a disc.

“Compact hover chair, a prototype from Wayne tech.” He explained. “As soon as you find her get her on the chair and back here. Go in groups of two, search every room. And don’t let anyone stop you.”

Everyone nodded as they all started to pair off. From the window, Kaldur could see his father’s ship and hovering below it in stealth suits was his king and the troops he took with him. When everyone snuck in he recognized two of the people accompanying his king.

“What are you doing here?” He asked as he approached his parents.

“Our pregnant daughter in law is in the hands of your father you really expected us to stand aside?” His mother said as she adjusted her suit.

“Let's go were wasting time.” Said Bruce and everyone took off.

Annabella let out a scream she could faintly hear Ty’lynn soothing her after her first push. Though she noticed the look of worry on her face.

“What?” Annabella gritted.

“You're not opened wide enough, but I think you might have time to.” Ty’lynn looked at the trooper nervously but focused her attention back on Annabella.

The door burst open and in a flash of brunette the guard was lying unconscious.

“Faith?” Annabella squeaked as she noticed her young cousin.

“Can she be moved?” Tim asked as soon as he stepped in addressing the nurse.

“Carefully though we must be quick she has begun to push. Can any of you get the collar off? It will help a lot more.”

Faith got the chair setup while Tim and Ty’lynn carefully helped Annabella out of the bed.

“Angle clear a path, doctor you push while I get this off,” Tim ordered.

Faith nodded as she got in front and began to take down everyone in her path.

Kaldur rounded a corner when he came face to face with his father, scowling he took out his water bearers and turned them into swords.

“Is that any way to greet your father.” Manta shook his head disapprovingly.

“You kidnapped my pregnant wife.” Kaldur nearly shouted as he inched forward.

“I’m only doing what I should have done before you were born.” Manta stared his son down but then a fist connected with his helmet so hard he dropped to the ground in a pitiful slump.

“And I should have done that a long time ago,” Sha’lain’a said as she rubbed her fist.

Kaldur simply stared at her in shock.

“Kaldur we have to go.” She said as she turned to her son who quickly composed himself but glared at his unconscious father.

“We have her we’re on our way to the bioship.” Tim’s voice came through the coms.

“Now son,” Sha’lain’a said as she urged her son to move.

“We need to get her in water.” Ty’lynn ordered as soon as they got into the ship.

Immediately a small kiddie pool formed in the middle and they carefully placed her in. Annabella gasped as she felt the cold of the water hit her burning skin but relaxed as she began to feel the pain subside. She couldn’t faint make out the orders Ty’lynn was giving. She felt someone kneel down beside her and take her hand.

“I’m here love, I’m here,” Kaldur whispered in her ear and Annabella let out a small whimper.

“Kal.” She breathed out but quickly screamed as she felt another pain.

“Breath dear, breath,” Sha’lain’a whispered from her other side. “I know it’s painful but you are doing very good. Just breathe and push.”

Annabella groaned as she clutched her husbands and mother in laws hand focusing on her daughters. After several minutes she heard a cry break through her concentration.

“She appears healthy.” She heard someone say, Annabella faintly caught her father helping to get the baby free from the umbilical cord and wrapping her gently.

Suddenly Annabella felt as if her breath was knocked out of her.

“What’s wrong?” Kaldur asked as he tried to soothe her.

“The second one is in the wrong position… I think she’s getting tangled. This is going to hurt.”

Annabella gasped and saw black spots dance across her vision.

“Push.” Ty’lynn ordered.

Annabella forced herself to focus. She saw her daughter come into view but she wasn’t crying.

“W-What’s happening?” She asked weakly, nobody answered her as the doctor began to rub the still child’s chest.

A small cough was then followed by a loud cry and everyone let out a breath of relief.

“Can… can I hold them?” Annabella asked weekly.

Ty’lynn carefully brought the twins to Annabella and Annabella hugged them closely trying to get a good look at them. She just managed to see their little faces when she felt herself growing weaker and her vision blurring. The twins were suddenly taken away from her and Annabella could hear them crying as her world got darker.

It’s okay, Annabella faintly thought as her body felt heavy. Your daddy’s got you now.

[stayinginthetwilight]

Goodbye, World. You've been too cruel. (1989-2022)

I'm writing this for my parents to understand me. Our dogs too, if they ever wonder.

January of this year, I went through a lot - emotionally, mentally, and spiritually. Let's just say it was a depression I was battling alone. I didn't want to bother the people I loved just because I was too weak to go through life. But I was really feeling like a failure at that time. I really thought I would be able to make my parents live a comfortable life, but I was already 32 and unemployed. I can't even help pay bills at home. I overthink a lot. I hated myself. I didn't want to wake up to another day feeling like shit.

So I didn't get out of bed. Decided not to eat, because I didn't have the appetite. Besides, I knew I have GERD so maybe if I don't eat eventually I will die. That's better than the suicidal scenarios I have inside my head. I have been contemplating about hanging myself but when I checked our bathroom - there was nowhere for me to hang myself in. I once hid a scissor under my blanket and I was planning to cut my wrist when I get the chance - but thinking about the pain I'd cause my parents when they find me taking my own life away - I don't want it. I don't want anything terrible to happen to them just because I killed myself. So, not eating and eventually dying might appear more natural.

But then one night they decided to talk to me. My parents and that person I used to know as my brother. When they approached me, maybe I was just gifted with a really bitchy face and facial reaction that they thought, of course, I was just being a bitch. But the truth is, I scoffed or maybe I smirked (I just can't remember what I actually did) because inside my head I was thinking "Oh god, please don't worry about a worthless person like me." But the other person in the room (the one I used to call "brother") took it the wrong way. Ever since, it's always easy for them to think of me as a bad kid or an evildoer, the one who's always in the wrong. So he screamed at me "YAWA KA. MAYPAG MULAYAS KA DIRI!" ("You're a bitch/devil. You better leave this house!") Even told me I'll be the one to blame if anything happened to our parents that night. When I heard those, it was like a knife had just pierced my heart. Like, yeah I know I am worthless - do you even know how I've been thinking of ways to kill myself? I've been contemplating for days. Even up until that night before you approached me. To "talk" to me. But you never came to listen or understand. You came to me with a mind prepared to judge and criticize me - like you always did to me growing up. I was already down and lonely - and you just had to hurt me even more and kick me to the curb. So much more happened after that. I heard my niece and her mom checking in on my parents about how they were doing after that night. But no one ever checked on me. As I said, when something happens, they always assume I'm the one to blame. It's easier to pinpoint me as the one in the wrong - always. Growing up I've always heard them saying I'm a maldita because I was a cord coil baby (born with my umbilical cord tied around my neck or some other parts of the body). Or I hear comments like I'm a bad girl because my eyebrows meet. I'm nasty because I have gapped front teeth. I'm spoiled because I'm the youngest. I'll grow up a liar because I wanted to be a lawyer. I'm the Blacksheep of the family. Or simply hearing comments that I am MALDITA simply when I speak my mind out or I snap back to people older than me. But funny when you find kids doing that these days- they label the kid as witty or smart. When those things damaged me to the core back then. To the point that when I feel nice about doing something good now that I am grown up -- I doubt myself. I think to myself "Wow, this is not you. You're just pretending" Because I believe them - I'm a maldita. I can't possibly be capable of doing something good. But up until today, I keep on pretending because I think it's the only way for people around me to love me and accept me. Maybe I can change their perception of me as the bad kid, the black sheep, the spoiled one. But I do get hurt too. And I have weaknesses just like everyone else. Am I really that bad?

After that incident in January - although I tried to be okay. I really did. But I can't dare talk or even look at that person who I used to call as my brother. Because every time I do I feel so much anger within me - it's so strong that I just want to try and kill myself, I get suicidal thoughts again. Because I remember everything he said and how worthless I feel about myself. How he and his sister never really cared about me which was very evident after that incident in January. They all assumed I was the one to blame. No one really cared about how I really felt. Welp, I'm not the type to tell anyone my thoughts exactly or how much I'm hurting. So no one really knows. There was even one time, as I was checking the group chat I was once an active member as a part of the "family", I read one convo where the person I used to call my sister said, actually, praised my brother for getting so-called perks from his boss because he was so hardworking unlike others (she was obviously referring to me) who's doing nothing or currently unemployed because I was too lazy to be employed or to get any job. Wow. The audacity. You were never in my shoes, girl. You just got off the hook and got married. You were never the one who had to stay overtime for clients who never even appreciate your effort instead would show up irate and make lots of complaints even on wee hours because they only see you as a corporate slave. You never had to brave through your fears as a fresh uni graduate to work for a big company, learned on your own, and eventually work with a very difficult person who loves to play mind games with you. Or to work as a public servant and do everybody else's task just because you're the one who can do it better. And even work late nights while being suffocated in an airconditioned office where your boss endlessly smokes a pack of cigarettes, and you have to work through your migraine at that. Maybe even suffer a couple of years away from home to work and be criticized by your supervisor and bully you because you're the odd one out (coming from a different city), and you were honest enough to ask for training since you're new to the job which they never really liked because they think doing a training for you is an additional task for them and a hassle. And later on they label you as a "flirt" simply because you can carry conversations with men and bond well with them and some of them end up admiring you and sending you flowers at work. But you have to endure that because you don't want to go home and just sit your jobless ass there.

But I knew that from that incident, from that very day onwards, especially because I get frustrated at myself and really mad when I see the "ex-brother" at home, they all think again I'm just being a bitch. They all think that's just the natural maldita me. And the ex-brother is the poor victim of my cruel ways here. Let them think that way then. I don't care anymore. They've thought of me that way since I was a kid, What's new? Right? No one cares how I really feel, and I don't talk to them about it. So, nada. Shrug and shake it off - I'll have killed myself already if I still cared. Back then when we had differences, I was always the one to approach him again first even when he was the one who was obviously in the wrong. Like the one where he snapped at me just because I stood up for our mother who he was raising his voice to just because of Yoshi's food that was left unattended and attacked by ants. I just said, "Maybe you could've attended to it since Nanay is very occupied with a lot of house chores." He was never busy that time it was a holiday and he was just sitting there on his phone, I was too though. But he claims to be Yoshi's fur dad. And that wasn't even the reason I suggested it, I said it just because I knew Nanay was busy and he shouldn't really blame it on her. Anyway - I just should not care anymore. I'm too emotionally tired now. And mentally unwell.

I hear them whispering. I notice them texting each other at home just so I won't know or hear what they're up to - which most probably involves me and how much of a bitch I am.

But hey, they'll never know how much I missed being happy around them. Going on trips and seeing my parents enjoying the beach, the food, or the view of places we used to go to. I especially miss sitting at the dinner table and eating meals with my parents. I really miss staying up at night watching teleserye with my Nanay. I don't get to do that anymore because I prefer being locked up in my room just so I won't see that one person who labeled me and brings me so much anger, hatred, and negativity.

Tonight, I was helping my Nanay download an app on her phone. I was in my parents room. When I saw the ex-brother's text to her again labeling me as "yawa". He labeled me that because when I got home from church with Nanay - I didn't go to my room straightaway. I checked on Buddy (our dog) since he'd been sick lately, gave him food, and I went to the restroom to pee. It took me at least 15 minutes. And just because of that, trying to live a normal life outside of my room for 15 minutes - I was once again labeled "yawa" - a devil, a bitch. Wow. So much love from a sibling.

If you're reading this - it's either because I finally figured out how to end my life tonight. Or maybe because I finally decided to leave and live my life on my own. I didn't want to be away from you Tay & Nay (and Yoshi & Buddy) - I wanted to always be beside you while I try to win in life. But right now it feels like it is better when I'm gone. I am only a burden at home. And your son can move freely now that I'm gone. Your other daughter and grand children can visit you and stay at home for as long as they like because they won't have to think of the bitch locked in her room upstairs and feel awkward about it. It is better now that I'm gone. Buddy won't have to come to my room anymore and check on me when I have sleepless nights or when he hears me sobbing. Nay, you won't have to go up and down the stairs just to bring me my food. I'm sorry and I hope you know that I love you so much that I did everything to somehow alleviate the troubles/hardships we had in life. But I am a failure. Some of my choices were poor and never justified the end, but know that I'm trying so hard to right my wrongs and to redeem myself and still hoping to win in life. Hopefully when you're reading this, I'm still trying to win in life but far away from you now. If that is the case please stay safe and take food care of yourself, your health. Because I am still trying to heal, to be better, and trying to figure how we can finally win in this life. And if otherwise, just know that I love you and maybe I ended it because it will only get worse if I didn't. And please don't share this with anyone else, this should only be between me and you (Tay & Nay) - and the dogs. Hehe. And maybe someone who I trust enough and ask to share this with you. You won't be able to find this on your own - you're not really that good with internet stuff aside from social media and church apps. :) There's no need to share this with others, especially your other kids - they will only find faults and all my wrongs and criticize me even more. Trust me, they would. I've lived 33 years with them - I know how they see me - I've tried so hard before but I accept that I am just a bitch and an evildoer. That's all I'll ever be in their eyes. It's even hard to believe previous conversations where I read their Iloveyous and Imissyous now. Cringe. You don't easily judge and abandon someone you love. Even more, hastily label them as evil when things go south.

So to anyone who'd come across this online blabbering entry I made, know that:

Depression is real and some people are not built to talk about it. Sometimes there are no words accurate enough to make somebody else outside the person going through it understand it. One can go through an emotional and mental battle and not find ways to make you begin to understand the depth of it. Heck, it's even hard to know how or where to begin to make others understand.

Don't trust or assume that family will always understand. (Maybe parents would- most of the time- as they're the only ones capable of loving their kids unconditionally) but not everyone in the family. They may be your blood but that blood flowed through a different heart. They'll never fully understand. They also have prejudices just like any other.

When you approach someone who's obviously going through a rough patch, make sure you carry a heart that will empathize, a mind that would understand, and ears that are open and willing to listen. Never a disposition to judge and a mouth more than ready to spit out judgments. You will only deepen an existing wound instead of trying to help them heal.