#RECOVERY

[ed-recoverry]

THERE ARE NO USELESS MAJORS!!

Learning about theater is important! Learning about art is important! Learning about sociology is important! Learning about history is important! Learning about anthropology is important! Learning about philosophy important! Learning about music is important! Learning about English is important! Learning about dance is important! Learning about photography is important! Learning about art history is important! Learning about ethnic studies is important! Learning about theology is important! Learning about performing arts is important!

Usefulness does not equal high income!

All education is important!

[ghxstgvrlx]

Heroin holding my neck

hookwoojin

[thepeacefulgarden]

[compassionatereminders]

"If I can do it, so can everyone else! :D" Not how reality works. We're not the same person with the same abilities, resources and circumstances.

[daily-reminders-that-ur-enough]

There is always hope.

[timot-ei]

Wellbeing advent day 23!

[gentleaffirmations]

[lotuspositivity]

Shoutout to people who have "scary" or misunderstood mental illnesses and are trying really hard to recover and manage it. It's so hard, and you're doing so well. I'm so proud of you. Shoutout to the girlies with schizophrenia/bipolar/bpd/ocd/literally anything else in this realm. You're doing great. Ily <3

[scarlettshazam]

So I got laid off from my dream job due to budget constraints. I’m not actually sure what my following is on tumblr anymore, since I recently migrated back, but I think it’s worth a shot to ask for help here — not for myself, but for the school. I was an academic coach at 5280 High School, which is the largest recovery high school in the United States. The student body it serves is made up of kids recovering from drug and alcohol addiction, eating disorders, and mental health crises. I was one of seven who was laid off, which aside from being a devastating blow means that these kids won’t be getting the care they need.

My position was a part of the Special Education team, and I worked closely with kids with IEPs to help them graduate while accommodating various disabilities. I affectionately termed my position “professional homie” or “professional opp” depending upon the day. Mostly I got to remind smart kids that they are in fact smart and listen when they needed me.

When the kids come back from their winter break, they’re going to need resources now more than ever, so if there’s anyone out here in this tumblr internet void who has something in their pocket to spare for these students, there is no one more deserving. They are down seven trusted adults. If we can at least get them some funding for programming and make sure my former coworkers get paid, then I know I’ve done everything I can to make sure that 5280 is able to continue to help its wonderful, messy, brilliant student body now and into the future.

If you can give ‘em something, would you?

Tell them Scarlett sent you or something, I don’t know

[whump-blog-reblogs]

This one is so good, I love a reluctant caretaker.

ex friends to bitter enemies, now reluctant caretaker and whumpee: the former a doctor, and a militaristic (and potential war criminal) whumpee, now mainly a conditioned shell of their manic, unhinged old self. if only made more frustrating when the whumpee panics if hes not degraded and called worthless!

Caretaker took a deep breath, mentally steeling themself before pushing the bedroom door open. "Whumpee," they called softly, knuckles clenching on the tray of food they held.

The bedroom was pristine, but whether that was left over from Whumpee's military days or a side effect of their imprisonment and torture, Caretaker didn't know. However, there was no sign of Whumpee and Caretaker sighed, setting the tray down on the desk along one wall.

Stepping to the middle of the room, they said again, in a clear voice, "Whumpee, come here."

Almost immediately they heard a rustling and shuffling noise, before Whumpee practically fell out of the closet, glancing up at Caretaker with wide eyes and pulling the numerous blankets they had tighter around them. "Y-yes, Master?" they asked in a low voice.

Caretaker sighed again, internally wincing at the flinch from Whumpee that got them. "Not master," they reminded. "And you need to eat. You haven't been out of your room for days."

Whumpee's eyes darted around the room, as they gnawed nervously on their lip. "I-I'm sorry. You told, told me to leave you alone. I was, was trying to do what you wanted."

Caretaker grimaced at the reminder of how they had snapped at Whumpee a few days ago. They hadn't meant to, but Whumpee had been following them around like a lost puppy ever since they'd come to stay with them. Was it really wrong to want some personal space?

Offering them a small smile, Caretaker pushed the tray towards them. "And I'm sorry for snapping. I didn't mean it. Anyways, here. I got some food."

Whumpee's eyes widened at the apology before hurriedly shaking their head. "No, Master!" they exclaimed. "You don't apologize! I apologize! I'm stupid and worthless and I don't deserve the kindness of food! Thank you for allowing me to eat!" They pulled out of their blanket cocoon and quickly knelt at Caretaker's feet, curling tighter around themself than Caretaker would think possible.

Caretaker shook their head tiredly. "No, Whumpee. I do need to apologize, when I do something wrong. And you don't have to do anything to deserve being allowed to eat. You can eat whenever you want here."

Whumpee flinched back from their words as if they had been burned. "Please, Master," they begged. "Please, I know that, that I'm nothing! I know my rules! I know, please don't punish me!"

Caretaker rubbed their face. "Just eat your food before it gets cold," they said, exhaustion dripping from every word. "Please," they added belatedly, but Whumpee was already back to groveling at their feet, filled with promises and apologies.

[ed-recoverry]

“The year is almost over and I did nothing!”

Okay, well did you…

Finish a book?

Make a home cooked meal?

Get a new job?

Get a promotion?

Finish another semester of school?

Get your GED/high school diploma?

Get your associates, certification, degree, masters, and or doctorate?

Take an online class?

Finish a project?

Start a new hobby?

Start a new book?

Talk to a new person?

Made a new friend?

Went to something you didn’t want to?

Write a new story?

Start journaling?

Start to dress different?

Start learning a new skill?

Go to the doctor?

Fix your sleep schedule?

Rekindle a relationship?

Go on a date?

Get help?

Ask for help?

Apologize?

Make amends?

Stay sober (even for a few days)?

Stay clean (even for a few days)?

Donate to charity?

Volunteer?

Try something new?

Travel somewhere new?

Do something you were dreading?

Do something you were scared of?

Start showering regularly?

Start brushing your teeth regularly?

Come out?

Go to therapy?

Admit you need help?

Start regularly walking?

Finally find the right combination of meds?

Finally get a diagnosis?

Create a morning routine?

Stick to a morning routine?

Create a nighttime routine?

Stick to a nighttime routine?

Start spending allotted time without electronics?

Admit you’re wrong?

Confront someone who wronged you?

Start reaching out first?

Make a really big decision?

Break up with a toxic partner/friend?

Realize you were traumatized?

Talk about your trauma?

Clean your room regularly?

Make your bed regularly?

Lose weight healthily?

Gain weight healthily?

Start recovery?

Attempt to start recovery?

Continue recovering?

Become a parent?

Adopt a pet?

Care for a person?

Care for a pet?

Care for yourself?

Quit that job you hate?

Get into your dream school?

Pass that shitty class?

Make progress in therapy?

Get that haircut you’ve always wanted?

Start hormone therapy?

Start treatment?

Get surgery?

Care for a plant?

Save money?

Get engaged?

Get married?

Make a big purchase?

Move?

Grieve?

Stay alive?

Because in my book, that is a huge accomplishment!

[lonestarflight]

"Gemini-7 (left) and Gemini-6 Aspacecraft meet up once again, this time at Mayport Naval Station near Jacksonville (Fla.) after unloading from the carrier USS WASP. The two spacecraft accomplished a rendezvous and station keeping exercise in space on December 15."

Date: December 20, 1965

NASA ID: S65-65948

[positiveupwardspiral]

[compassionatereminders]

Also I don't consider "self harm" to be immoral and I don't think shaming and punishing people and denying them basic autonomy because they cope in ways you consider to be "harmful" is helpful or motivating, I think that's abusive actually

[daily-reminders-that-ur-enough]

You are lovable.