#alleviating depression symptoms

[hikercarl]

The Health Benefits of Hiking: Why It’s More Than Just a Walk

Discover the amazing health benefits of hiking! We explore how this outdoor activity boosts fitness, improves mental well-being, and enhances overall health. Time to hit the trails!

Hiking is more than just a walk in nature. It’s a powerful way to boost our health. It helps our bodies and minds in many ways. It makes our hearts healthier, our muscles stronger, and our bones denser. Hiking also helps us feel better emotionally. It’s a great way to reduce stress and fight anxiety and depression. By spending time in nature, we connect deeply with the world. This connection is…

[dandelionjack]

session with the psychiatrist today and he finalised getting me a s*roquel prescription… upon a google i discovered that one of the most common side effects is supposedly weight gain so now i am actually considering the preferred alternative option of recovery which is k*lling m*self

[damneddunya]

Biohacking for my parents is clearly working. Mum's literally done 16.5km of walking/jogging with resistance training afterward over the past 2 days at 60 years old.

What's more amazing is that she was bed ridden 3 years ago... unable to tie her own hair.

God is good 👏

[psychoticallytrans]

A commonly overlooked symptom of depression is anhedonia, the inability to feel joy or pleasure. The reason that it's easy to overlook is that it's easier to miss the absence of something that's not around all the time than it is to miss a symptom that causes active distress, such as feeling tired and miserable all the time.

Anhedonia is good at being a persistent undercurrent to your life. My aunt, who has major depressive disorder, related to me that she figured out that something was wrong when she looked at the daffodils she had planted blooming, and couldn't recognize the emotion that she felt when she looked at them. It had been long enough since she had felt happy that she lost the ability to recognize the emotion.

It's a particularly dangerous depressive symptom, because it robs you of the ability to feel those little spots of joy that keep a lot of people going, while not doing anything to impair your ability to function. If you don't know that this is a treatable symptom of depression, it's easy to assume that your ability to feel good is permanently broken, and decide to commit suicide because you don't want to live like that. It's not an irrational conclusion, but it is an uninformed one, and everyone deserves to have all the information when making a major decision.

This is what a lot of questionnaires are trying to look for when they ask about "loss of enjoyment". If you can't remember a loss of enjoyment because you can't remember enjoyment, then you probably have anhedonia. If you struggle to define how it is to feel "happy", "content", or "good", or how it feels when you feel those emotions, you probably have anhedonia. If you can't remember feeling any of those emotions for a week or more, you probably have anhedonia.

Symptoms commonly co-occurring with anhedonia are fatigue (often the cause), clear and thoughtful consideration of suicide, loss of desire to socialize or do activities that used to make you happy, and weight loss (due to lack of enjoyment of food).

This section is anecdotal. In what I have observed, anhedonia due to fatigue rarely responds well to depression treatment unless depression was causing the fatigue. If fatigue and anhedonia are co-occurring and are not both alleviated by depression treatment, consider other causes for the fatigue.

[mindbodyhealth-blog]

Exploring the Powerful Health Benefits of Mindfulness and Meditation: A Comprehensive Guide

Mindfulness and meditation are practices that involve focusing your mind on your experiences, thoughts, and feelings in the present moment. They have been shown to have several health benefits, both physical and mental. 1. Stress Reduction: Mindfulness and meditation can help reduce stress and anxiety by promoting relaxation and increasing a sense of calm and well-being. 2. Improved Mental…

[ushealthrealsolutions]

Unlocking the Potential of CBD Oil: A Natural Remedy for Wellness

In recent years, CBD oil has gained significant attention for its potential health benefits, leading many to explore this natural remedy as a way to enhance their overall wellness. CBD, short for cannabidiol, is one of the many compounds found in the cannabis plant. Unlike its counterpart, THC (tetrahydrocannabinol), CBD is non-psychoactive, meaning it doesn't produce the "high" associated with marijuana. This quality has made CBD oil a promising option for those seeking relief from various ailments without the side effects typically associated with traditional medications.

CBD oil is commonly derived from industrial hemp, a cannabis variety containing minimal THC levels. Its popularity can be attributed to its potential to alleviate a range of symptoms, such as chronic pain, anxiety, depression, and even epilepsy. Research and anecdotal evidence suggest that CBD interacts with the body's endocannabinoid system, which plays a crucial role in regulating various bodily functions, including pain perception, mood, and immune response.

Furthermore, CBD oil is available in various forms, including tinctures, capsules, topicals, and edibles, allowing users to choose the most suitable method for their specific needs. It is essential to consult with a healthcare professional before incorporating CBD oil into your wellness routine, especially if you have underlying medical conditions or are taking other medications.

While the potential benefits of CBD oil are promising, it's important to remember that the industry is still evolving, and research is ongoing. As more studies are conducted, our understanding of CBD's full range of applications will likely expand. For those looking for a natural alternative to traditional treatments, CBD oil may hold the key to unlocking a healthier, more balanced life.

[icaruspendragon]

was telling my therapist about how i've always used books, fanfic, and storytelling as escapism but now instead of me consuming stories, stories consume me. dalton gave me The Look (the one that means he's gonna say something i need to hear but don't want to) before asking, "you know that snake that eats itself?" to which i said, "yeah, ouroboros." and he replied, "i didn't know he had a name, that's cool. anyway, you're the snake. i know you've convinced yourself the consumption is filling, but it's not. when it's you you’re eating, it's destruction."

like yeah i know that’s not what the snake represents and ex-cowboy-turned-combat-vet-turned-trauma specialist dalton probably does not know the exact symbolism behind it but like. jesus christ man did that to lay me to waste at 10:30 on a wednesday morning.

and even though he hurt my feelings with the truth, it did put it into perspective for me.

it’s not levity’s lighthouse guiding me to port when depression’s darkness and anxiety’s turbulent waves make it difficult for me to sail smoothly on my voyage.

it’s not a way to alleviate my symptoms, it’s a manifestation of them.

it’s a compulsion, deceptively insidious when cloaked in distraction’s pseudo-warmth. when easily covered by procrastination’s much easier to swallow explanation.

and i’m sure you want to say ���but reading is a healthy coping mechanism!”

and it is. when done in moderation.

it’s no longer coping when your screen time is 16 hours a day. when 12 of those hours a day are spent scuttling about ao3 on all fours. when you sit in the same spot on the couch for hours on end with your head buried in the sand. when it’s literally all you can think about.

the consumption isn’t coping. isn’t creation. isn’t reconstruction or rebirth or reformation. it’s chaos. it’s compulsion.

it’s cannibalism.

[funnynumberofbeans]

That time you passed out (Dr. Ratio x gn! reader)

You’ve been forgetting to take care of yourself and the consequences of that is blacking out during an important research project. Luckily your lovely partner, Dr. Ratio is there to help you feel better.  Reader is gender neutral, hurt/comfort, established relationship, reader is slightly dependent on Dr. Ratio, about 2k words, Dr. Ratio is a bit ooc Trigger Warnings: mentioned disordered eating patterns (caused by stress), depression (implied), brief mentions of blacking out, use of a lab shower (a rather gross one), Dr. Ratio is kind of a dick to you (he insults you but in an affectionate way)

The alarm on your phone started playing, waking you from the light sleep you had drifted off to. Checking the time you saw that it was the equivalent of 7:30 am. You slept for about eight system hours, though you still felt exhausted.

You looked to the side where Veritas slept only to see it empty, placing your hand under the duvet, the temperature of the sheets told you he’d been gone for a while.

It’d been a while since you’d last spent meaningful time with him. The papers he was grading, and the project you were working on forced your schedules to become misaligned. When Veritas wasn’t grading his students’ work, he was sculpting the resulting stress away. This took up more time that could have been shared together. You didn’t mind having more time to yourself, it meant that you could sleep for longer. Though the stress of your project kept you continuously exhausted no matter how much sleep you got. 

Another unfortunate side effect of not having much time together was that you started to have your meals separately. Leading you to lose the motivation to cook balanced meals for yourself. You’d eat simple microwavable meals and energy bars to sustain yourself. Unfortunately you’d mismanaged your time and forgot to buy more energy bars, leading to your current problem.

Your second alarm rang noting that it was 7:40, and if you didn’t start hurrying you’d be late to the lab. You pulled off your sleep shorts and grabbed a clean? pair of pants. Grabbing your bag with your lab coat and putting your shoes on, you ran out the door. About five minutes into your frantic dash, you remembered that you didn’t grab your keys, phone, or breakfast, and that you had no clue the last time you’d drank water. It's fine, you thought, lack of water or nutrition hadn’t stopped you before.

You reached the lab around ten minutes later than the expected meetup time of 8 am. You wave to your research partner, Angel, and apologize for the delay. They shrugged it off with an understanding wave. You put on your lab coat and PPE and went to prepare the samples.

About thirty minutes later you weren't feeling great. It wasn’t too bad, just some shortness of breath and general dizziness. Deciding the safest option was sitting down you grabbed the stool near you and plunked down. Fiddling with your gloves as you waited for the symptoms to alleviate.

Unfortunately sitting down didn’t seem to help you much, your head felt hot and you began feeling distressed. There were too many sensations around you and you wanted everything off. It was fine you thought, maybe sitting on the floor would solve things.

As you sat on the floor pressing your google into your skull trying to stop the forming headache, Angel inquired why you were sitting on the floor. You explained that you weren’t feeling great, and that it was probably just that you locked your knees. They nodded to your explanation and began taking on more of the experiment.

You felt bad for not helping Angel in the experiment so you offered to take the acid you were working with to the fume hood to combine it with the sample. They nodded and passed you the beaker. You slowly got up and made your way to the fume hood. The latex gloves on your hands felt off, and your hands were sticky and sweaty underneath. As you approached the fume hood and began adding the necessary amount of sample for the trial, you started feeling faint. You began walking to your lab table to place the beaker down when you began to stumble. The low sound of electrical buzzing in the background cut out and your vision went dark. You tried to feel around to put the beaker down, but you bumped into something and toppled over.

“y/n!!” was the first thing you heard, though it felt like your head was underwater. Your vision cleared and you saw Angel kneeling down next to you, a puddle of liquid was seeping into your left lab coat sleeve and you felt a burning sensation erupt on that arm.

“Get to the shower station, you spilled the acid on yourself, I’ll clean the floor” Angel said pulling you up by your PH neutral arm.

You stumbled over to the emergency shower and pulled the handle. Ripping off your gloves and lab coat you were doused in gray water. As you stood under the freezing water it got in your mouth and nose, clogging it with the dusty taste of stagnant water. The shock of the water didn’t make you feel any better, only stopping the painful burning on your arm. You felt wrong, you were too hot and too cold, and constricted and all you could do was cry, fogging up your goggles. 

“I’m so sorry,” you cried, you fucked up, and Angel totally hated you for this stupid mistake.

“Y/N I think you should go home, I can finish today's experiment and share the results. Okay?” Angel offered, patting you on the back.

In response you burst into tears, you blubbered through an explanation that you couldn’t go home since you left your phone and keys behind and that you could still help out.

Angel nodded and suggested that you sit in the hallway since you weren’t wearing your PPE. You agreed and slowly walked into the white tiled hallway of the lab building. Sliding down against the wall you rested your head on your knees and continued to cry.

This entire situation was embarrassing, and you felt sick. The only thing keeping you from lying on the cool tile floor was your pride. You wanted to be in bed with Veritas, in something other than your soaked clothing, your hair to be dry and clean, and you wanted to have a long cry session until you felt better.

Angel seemed to be talking to someone, probably your research supervisor. Oh Aeons, this was going to be a write up for sure. You had ruined this day's experiment and pushed back the progress on the paper, you were going to be written as ETC on the paper weren’t you.

Your sobs had quieted down to soft sniffles and you were feeling slightly better. You were too distracted doom spiraling to notice the familiar click of heels on the tile flooring.

“Y/N? Your research partner called me to alert me of an accident you were in.” the oh so familiar voice of your boyfriend rang in your ears.

Looking up you saw a rather disheveled Veritas. His perfectly styled hair was slightly drooping, and a fine layer of dust covered his clothing. Sweat dripped down his neck and it was obvious that he had rushed here from his sculpting room. The alabaster sculpture he wore as a helmet was cradled in his left arm.

“Oh thank Aeons you’re here Dr. Ratio. Y/N collapsed and spilled the sample we were working on, I'm unsure if Y/N sustained any chemical burns as I was too busy to check.” Angel supplied when you just silently stared at Veritas.

“Get up Y/N, we’re finding you medical care for your mistakes.” Veritas stated, offering you his hand, the annoyed look on his face was betrayed by the amount of concern in his voice.

You tilted your head to the side, not wanting to move from your spot. The idea of getting up when your head felt full of cotton was not something you wanted to do.

“Ugh” he scoffed, bending down to scoop your drenched form off the floor. “We’ll be taking our leave, I believe you can handle the rest?” Veritas said, walking away from Angel

If Angel said anything you were too out of it to hear. The familiar warmth of Veritas’s strong arms was enough to make you feel sleepy and safe. The alabaster head he was carrying rested on your stomach as you buried your face further into his neck.

“We will be discussing what led up to this event” Veritas started, “after you bathe. You smell dreadful and are quite drenched.” he finished, scrunching his face in disgust when he caught a whiff of your soaked hair.

You hummed into his neck and closed your eyes. Beginning to drift off to the slow rocking of his stride and familiar scent of ink, paper, and stone.

You vaguely recognized being placed down on a cold surface before the rumble of water gushing through pipes filled the room. A large hand carded through your hair and you leaned into the touch, humming in satisfaction from the comforting sensation.

The deep voice of Veritas sounded in your ears asking something about a bath and clothes? You nodded trying to grab at the familiar figure of your boyfriend. All of a sudden your soaked clothing was delicately peeled off and you were placed in warm water. Releasing a sigh you leaned against the hard planes of your boyfriend’s chest.

“Have you returned to your normal intellect yet, or shall we soak in silence for longer?” Veritas asked, lathering shampoo into your hair.

“Do we need to talk about something?” You asked, tilting your head backwards to better look Veritas in the eyes.

“You’re no simple minded buffoon, that stunt you pulled, collapsing while carrying a corrosive substance is new for you. So tell me, what happened?” Veritas asked, rinsing out the shampoo and grabbing the conditioner.

You stayed silent as he rinsed the conditioner out of your hair. Once he had finished you turned to face him, midway through your turn he lightly gripped your left arm and moved it on top of his dry shoulder. Looking closer you could see a rather large red burn stretching your elbow to your hand. It wasn’t painful but looked bad.

“I don’t know what happened, I was feeling gross and I passed out okay?”

“But how did it happen, have you been feeling sick? Was it the fumes from your experiment?” Veritas asked, looking you in the eyes.

“I really don’t know I just felt gross” you shot back turning your head away from him.

“I know this project has been causing you great stress, was it because of that?” he pushed further, concern seeping into his voice.

“Can we not talk about this” you whined, the incessant questioning was getting a bit stressful.

“We have to in order to diagnose the issue at hand.” Veritas pushed harder, lightly holding your face in his hand.

“I already said I don’t know”

“Then think”

“Veritas I don’t fucking know. I’m tired and I want to sleep. If you want a reason we can just chalk it up to stress. Just please stop asking.” You shouted, growing more quiet as you continued.

“Ugh” he groaned, “Do you need help drying off, or shall I fetch you your clothing?” He asked slowly stepping out of the bath and drying himself

“I can dry off and get dressed on my own” you stated, leaning over the lip of the tub.

“Glad to hear you’re feeling better” he replied, giving you a quick peck on the forehead.

You hummed in response, Veritas leaving the room to grab your clothes. He returned with some soft sleep shorts and a shirt handing it to you once you finished drying off. The burn on your arm was beginning to itch, taking note of this Veritas spread a soothing ointment on it and wrapped it in bandages. The two of you walked into your shared bedroom and got into bed.

“Can we eat dinner together?” you asked, burying your nose into Veritas’ neck.

“Of course, but first you’re going to sleep.”

“Goodnight”

“Its noon, but fine, good night”

You drifted off to sleep in his arms, the discomfort and anxiety you felt earlier had dissipated, and the only thing you felt was the excitement to have dinner together.

[zeskyzed]

Rafayel with an S/O who has PMDD

Hi guys this is the first work I'm posting here! It's self indulgent and I'm hoping this brings comfort to others as well <3

Warnings: afab reader, tw for depression/suicidal thoughts

- Since he's a lemurian, I feel like he wouldn't have any prior knowledge about a condition like this. He already had limited knowledge about periods since they're a human thing so I think if you have PMDD he'd be pretty confused at first. You'd definitely have to explain it to him, but he'd understand quickly.

- His face drops when you start listing all the symptoms.

"Back-aches, fatigue, nausea, chest pain, cramps, dizziness-"

You were nowhere near done listing them but the words on your tongue died when you saw the color drain from his face.

"You deal with this every month....?" He finally says, tone laced with concern.

"Yeah, for 1-2 weeks." You say casually, and he looks even more concerned.

"Human bodies are so stupid..."

"Tell me about it."

- After understanding the types of symptoms you experience (since everyone experiences different combinations of symptoms), he works with you to figure out what's the best way to take care of you during that time of month.

- Rafayel is known to be the type of person to play into banter, or even make some playfully rude remarks sometimes. However, he rids himself of that persona to show you his unfiltered caring side.

- If you have work and your fatigue is too much to the point where you can't wake up, or need to spend most of the day sleeping, he'll make sure to call out sick for you. He'd even pay you for the amount of hours of work you missed, just because he feels bad that you have to skip work for something uncontrollable.

When you wake up and see the money transferred to your account, you ask, "Rafayel, why'd you send me money while I was sleeping?"

"Um obviously because it's a shame that my cutie can't work because her body hates her! Your hard work for today was fighting sleep instead of wanderers so you deserve it." He smiles at you, caressing your cheek lovingly.

- If you have back-aches or any kind of body-aches he's got you covered. His hands aren't only good for painting after all, they're good for massaging too it seems. He'd use his evol to warm up his hands, before massaging your tense muscles, hoping to alleviate some of your pain.

- If you get boob pain/chest pain, he'd want to offer to help you, but get embarrassed about it. Only when he sees you stumbling around and holding your chest because they hurt everytime you move does he stop being embarrassed. He doesn't even see it as something suggestive anymore, because of the pain you're in.

- If you have nausea and/or dizziness he would remind you to sit down and to stay hydrated. Depending on how bad it was, he would even make you lie down, but not for too long in case lying down made it worse.

- When cramps get bad, he's doing the same thing he did for your body-aches, warming up his hands and rubbing your lower abdomen.

- When the insane mood swings hit, you guys might clash at first because he tends to be moody as well. However, along with seeing how much pain you're in, he prioritizes your feelings over his own.

- If you're ever feeling insecure for any reason he will be a living confirmation of how beautiful and loved you are. You're his muse and he'll remind you of that time and time again. Whether it's a quick sketch of your face or a full on painting of all the features he's loved for so long. Whether it's poetic words, or the simple feeling of his hands caressing your hair. He loves you regardless of what you think you look like, because he's there to remind you of the beauty he sees.

-If you're ever dealing with the depression and suicidal aspect of PMDD, just know he's there to support you all the way. He'll call in sick for you at work if you can't get out of bed, and helps you to do certain tasks to get through the day. He prepares your favorite meals in an attempt to make you smile, and tries his best to make you smile with his jokes instead. He doesn't want to leave you alone with your thoughts and if you let him, he makes sure to stay with you for as long as you need him to.

A/N: This is not that well written but I hope you still enjoyed <3 Requests are open!

[resiliencewithin]

To anyone who needs to hear this:

If you’re feeling disconnected from the positive spectrum of emotions— from the enjoyment you get from spending time with your favourite people, from the comfort of your go-to show, from the satisfaction of engaging in your creative hobbies, from the relief of something hard ending, from the happiness of any situation that on paper should make you feel good…

You’re not broken.

You could be tired, exhausted, not sleeping well, stressed, burnt out, depressed, experiencing symptoms from a multitude of mental illnesses and disorders.

All these things can pass, be temporary, be medicated, or worked on and alleviated.

You’re a complex little human, not meant to always be happy (nice as that would be), so ride it out, do the things that will help without expectation of immediate success and you will get there.

[covid-safer-hotties]

Also preserved in our archive

Since older adults have been more severely affected by acute COVID-19, researchers have hypothesized that older adults may have worse long COVID symptoms as well. But according to new research published in the Annals of Neurology, an official journal of the American Neurological Association, Northwestern Medicine researchers found on an average of 10 months after COVID-19 onset, younger (ages 18-44) and middle-aged (ages 45-64) adults had worse neurologic symptoms of long COVID than adults 65 and older. Symptoms included headache, numbness and tingling, problems with smell and taste, blurred vision, depression, anxiety, insomnia, fatigue and a decrease in cognitive function. These symptoms occurred regardless of if the patient had mild or severe COVID-19 infections.

“While deaths from COVID-19 continue to decrease, people still get repetitive infections with the virus and may develop long COVID along the way,” said Igor Koralnik, MD, chief of neuroinfectious diseases and global neurology at Northwestern Medicine, who oversees the Neuro COVID-19 Clinic and is the co-director of the Northwestern Medicine Comprehensive COVID-19 Center. “Long COVID is causing an alteration in patients’ quality of life. Despite vaccinations and boosters, about 30 percent of COVID patients develop some long COVID symptoms. These findings have an immense public health impact, given that long COVID significantly contributes to the leading global burden of disability and disease caused by the neurological disorders.”

STUDY HIGHLIGHTS

· The study included the first 1,300 patients at the Northwestern Medicine Neuro COVID-19 Clinic with neurologic long COVID symptoms between May 2020 and March 2023.

· Among those patients, 200 had been previously hospitalized for severe COVID-19 pneumonia while the rest had mild initial COVID-19 symptoms and never required hospitalization.

· The study is a first-of-its-kind to look at the neurologic symptoms of long COVID over an adult lifespan.

· The goal was to determine if the neurologic symptoms of long COVID affect adults differently based on their age group.

“The impact of long COVID is causing disproportionate morbidity and disability in younger adults in their prime who provide much of the workforce, productivity and innovation in our society,” Dr. Koralnik said. “This may have a negative impact on the economy and cause additional burden on the health care system. This study highlights the importance that people of all ages suffering from Long COVID should be provided with the necessary treatment and rehabilitation services to alleviate their symptoms and improve their quality of life.”

To date, the Neuro COVID-19 Clinic has treated more than 2800 long-haulers from 44 states. For more information, visit nm.org and to schedule an appointment, please call 312.695.7950.

Studly link: onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/10.1002/ana.27128

[beemoon17]

What is one thing I wish someone had told me before I went on t?

I’m a researcher, I’m autistic, I’ve known I was trans since the 4th grade and next year I’ll be entering my senior year of high school. With that information you may ask, what could you have possibly not know about being on t? The answer is pretty much nothing. There wasn’t a result, a symptom, a reaction, a change, a possible complication that I hadn’t managed to uncover in the treasure trove that is the internet. I watched YouTube videos, read articles from fancy clinics and medical researchers, I scrolled instagram and TikTok and Tumblr and Reddit, I read every article from every blog or newspaper or magazine. Trans topics, especially transitioning, was and still is one of my biggest special interests. In the least official way possible, I am an expert.

And yet there’s still one thing that no one had fully impressed upon me. Which was just how happy being on testosterone would make me. YES! Of course I have read and listened to people talk about the joy they found in transition, how the changes that they experienced brought them peace, alleviated years of depression and anxiety and misery, changed their lives. But no one prepared me for the fact that being on testosterone. Just. Being. On. Testosterone. Has made me so fucking happy. Has boosted my confidence so much.

I’m a month and 22 days on t. The changes I could tell you about are minuscule. I have no big transformation pictures or videos to show you. But the joy and confidence I have experienced in the last month and 22 days despite that is insane. I am so excited for the future, I am letting go of ideas, both related to my assigned sex at birth and not, of what my life is supposed to look like fly out the window. I am planning my future around my happiness and my personal fulfillment. I feel myself walk with a new sway in my step. And talk with a more confident ring to my voice. I look in the mirror and I see myself, still with virtually the same face that I had the very first day I started injections, but unlike before I always take a moment to stop and admire my face, because I can finally love it, because I finally know that my body is working to change and become something so much more mine.

It is absolutely incredible. And I hope that anyone who is afraid or anxious about starting testosterone, that anyone who is on the fence and unsure, will read this and let it be a guiding step in their journey to that decision, no matter what it ends up being. That anyone reading this will know that transition is beautiful, it is life saving, and transformative. Transition is godlike. And powerful. Making the choice to move forward on your journey is for you, don’t let fear or family or friends hold you back. Your future is yours, only you can live your life. So go live your life.

[mcverse]

ꨄ︎ Paring: Neteyam x Avatar! F! Reader

ꨄ︎ Requested: Yes/No

ꨄ︎ Type: Part 1 out of 5 (Previous/Next)

ꨄ︎ Word count: 2.3K

ꨄ︎ Warnings: Death, conscious transfer, illness, depression, angst, not spell checked

ꨄ︎ Side Bar: Lied bout how many parts ✌️

please keep in mind that all characters in my stories are always 18+

You were the fault in the stars—an anomaly right from your first breath.

The sky people, who technically were your own, had descended upon Pandora with a singular intention of seizing what was not theirs, continuing the vicious cycle of destruction and resolution that had marred their history.

In the midst of this chaos, your parents, two faceless soldiers whose names and faces are shrouded in a haze of pain and heartache, had their own hidden agenda that they pursued with reckless abandon.

Their clandestine romance, born out of passion and desperation, resulted in your fragile birth—a constant reminder of their illicit love in a world that will struggle to accept you.

Much like spider, whom you considered your own brother now, the two of you were both deemed too young for cryogenic preservation and left behind on the unfamiliar terrain of the alien planet.

Unfortunately unlike Spider, your body was weak, afflicted with a genetic strain inherited from one of your biological parents. Perhaps this, among other factors, contributed to the decision to abandon you on Pandora, leaving you to face the harsh realities of survival alone.

Despite your rational understanding of the circumstances, as you came to accept the voice in your head as your own and not a figment of your imagination, the unjustness of their decision still lingers within you.

It certainly wasn’t fair.

Your delicate condition left you confined to the high camp, unable to roam freely and appreciate the majestic wonders of Pandora like Spider. Every step you took was accompanied by painful bouts of coughing, requiring you to rely on a specialized oxygen mask designed to alleviate your symptoms.

Even within the safety of the base built for humans, the air meant to sustain you offered no respite. Such was the irony of your existence, born into a world where both forms of air you breathed posed a constant threat to your survival. Life had thrown you a curveball long before you even knew what it meant.

But it wasn't all doom and gloom.

Although you were too young to return to Earth and too ill to venture far from your room, you seized the opportunity to explore what was within your reach. Every video log, every movie, and every book, left behind by the sky people, some of which a child shouldn’t have access to was reviewed by you to fill in the absence of adventure in your day.

For a while, it was sufficient, and you gradually came to terms with the inevitability of your fate. There was no cure for your ailment, not on Pandora, and certainly not without the funds to obtain one. You accepted that you would die here, in this place, as you.

It was during this time that you became fascinated with the study of physiology, absorbing every bit of knowledge about your own body and how it could have been saved under different circumstances. You spent countless hours researching medical practices and surgeries, diving deep into your own anatomy and discovering how various medications and herbs could extend or improve life.

Sharing your newfound knowledge with Spider, Lo’ak, and Kiri became a daily ritual that brought you joy and excitement. You would eagerly offer up fascinating facts to the Sully children and Kiri whenever they stopped by to visit or fetch your brother.

Though they didn't always grasp the intricacies of physiology like you did, they were just as enthusiastic to learn and would often opt to stay cooped up in your room, asking questions both silly and serious, and enjoying the happiness that radiated from you.

The moments spent with Spider, Lo’ak, and Kiri in your room were some of the best memories you would always treasure. It was through your eagerness to share your newfound knowledge and energy that you got to know them better, especially Kiri, who became your closest friend and confidante. You were so close that she was like a sister to you, always by your side.

However, the limitations imposed by your illness often left you feeling lonely and isolated when your friends were not around. Your physical limitations reminded you that you had a faulty body that was unable to explore the vast world of Pandora like they could. And that is where you messed up.

You fell into a deep depression, which gradually turned into a false sense of determination. You felt like you could survive out there like Spider, or rather, that you wanted to. What was the point of living if you had to live with this feeling of not being in control? It was actually pathetic.

It was a reckless decision to leave the safety of your home and venture into the forest, following the group of newly-adults, taking care to move slowly so as not to cough and give yourself away. It was even worse when you brazenly entered the Omaticaya clan, knowing full well that you were a stranger and seen as an enemy of the natives.

Being surrounded by creatures larger than you, most of them hissing and armed with weapons, was overwhelming. Panic set in, causing hyperventilation, which was exacerbated by your illness. Despite the mask, it was difficult to breathe, doing very little to keep you conscious and your eyes began to roll to the back of your head.

You welcome the darkness, craving the peace it brought, but never enough to end your life yourself. In that moment, you felt alive for once, and you never wanted to leave. You had no desire to return to the life you once had.

But things don't work that way, and eventually, your eyes flutter open. For a moment, you're disoriented, you wonder if you're still gone—whether you're dead or just existing to not exist. Your vision is still blurry, but as you blink and flicker your eyes, the colors of glowing, bioluminescent blue slowly come into focus.

The sight before you is truly breathtaking. The glow emanating from the tree mesmerizes you and fills you with a sense of wonder and awe. As you gaze at it in rapture, you feel an intense urge to touch it, to feel its warmth and energy. You reach out your hand, but to your shock, the hand that extends is not yours.

The hand that hovers before you is large, bony, and blue, with five fingers like yours. Confusion and bewilderment seize you, and you stammer out a feeble, "W-What?" as you try to make sense of what is happening.

As you stare at the mysterious blue hand, your eyes widen when you see another identical hand firmly grasp on the blue hand hovering before you. It's not just a visual illusion—you can feel the pressure on your skin. Slowly your eyes follow up the arm of the mysterious hand to find Kiri smiling softly at you, tears glistening in her eyes.

The sight of her tears immediately worries you, filling your head with warning bells and you return the squeeze, “Kiri, what’s wrong?” you ask, voice oozing in concern.

She returns your concern with a wider smile, her teeth gleaming under the bioluminescent light and shakes her head, “I’m okay,” she assures you, her hand trembling as she continues, “It’s just… to see you like this makes me so happy.”

Confusion etches on your face as you furrow your brow, struggling to comprehend Kiri's statement, "See me like what?" you mumble, tilting your head quizzically. Your eyes dart back to the now intertwined hands before you, trying to make sense of what you're missing.

As you feel Kiri's hand on the other bony blue hand, you can't help but notice that it's not your own. The hand is obviously Na'vi, which you are not. Your mind is filled with unanswered questions, and the nagging feeling of not understanding the situation consumes you. You look back at her, repeating your question with a sense of urgency, "What do you mean, Kiri? When you say 'see you like this', what am I like?"

Kiri kneels down beside you, and you feel her release your hand. She slides it up your arm and firmly grasps your bicep, while her other arm reaches around your upper back and uses all her strength to pull you up into a sitting position. You're momentarily discombobulated, realizing you must have been lying down before, but you can't remember when or how you ended up in that position.

“You fainted,” she replies softly after a beat of silence, pulling on you slightly to lean more on her. You look up at her, mouth slightly agape at her words, “You almost died,” she continues, brows frowning like her lips, “We almost lost you.”

The weight of her words hits you hard, and you feel a lump form in your throat. You inhale sharply, only to realize that when you do, your lungs contact and flatten smoothly without a following cough. It's a strange sensation, and you can't help but marvel at it for a moment, grateful to be breathing easily again.

Then your attention is back on Kiri, eyeing her questionably, as you notice something strange, “Did I grow or have you gotten shorter?” Whether it was sitting or standing, Kiri is normally seen towering over you by several feet, but right now she’s exactly the same level as you.

Kiri's expression twists into a grimace, and she opens her mouth to answer, but before she can speak, another voice cuts in, firm and straight to the point, “No! You have passed through the eyes of Eywa and returned.”

Your gaze shoots up to the source, and you find yourself gazing into the piercing yellow eyes of a female Na'vi standing before you. They felt as if she was looking straight through you, leaving nothing hidden or unexamined. Immediately your struck by the intensity of her. There's a raw power to her presence that feels both intimidating and awe-inspiring, as if you're standing before a force of nature.

“Come again?” you stutter, worry slowly creeping up on you as you are once again confused by another statement. You weren’t understanding a lot of what was going on right now. You tear your eyes from her to look back at Kiri and raise your brows at seeing Lo’ak and Spider now standing behind her.

When did they get there?

“What does she mean? Who is she?” You whisper hurriedly to your best friend, glancing occasionally at the boys, hoping if Kiri doesn’t give you the answers you want, they will.

“[Name],” another voice speaks, calling out to you. You perk up at it, instantly recognizing it to be Norm, which it was when you find him standing in his avatar body beside the mysterious woman from before. He walks closer to you, kneeling when close enough just like Kiri, “Sweetie, when you fainted, you stopped breathing for a few minutes. Jake called Max and I to help.”

Jake. That’s Kiri and Lo’ak’s dad. You’ve only met him once when he was stopping by to talk to Norm. He was really sweet and made you feel normal just like his kids.

“Okay…” you stare at him warily, waiting for him to get to the point.

He looks away briefly, seemingly to gather his thoughts before looking back at you, “Max and I know more than anyone how much you’ve been struggling. So even though we didn’t have the resources before, we were determined to help you,” he pauses as Max comes up behind him and beam at you, “We started making you an Avatar 6 years ago. Some test still needed to be ran but we’re out of time.”

You push away from Kiri slightly, lips forming a tight line as your squint at him, “What are you trying to say, Norm?” A part of you knew deep down, but the denial was heavy, to think you could be like everyone else, no illness or restrictions was a myth.

“You’re human body died, you are now consciously living in your avatar.”

His words caused a reaction, albeit a slow one. First your lips start to quiver, and your body trembles in disbelief before tears pool at your eyes. Kiri quickly wraps you in her arms, laying her head on top of yours as you lean your face into her to conceal your choked sobs.

To think something you had dreamed about has actually came true. The many nights you stay up, coming up with solutions to you, the problem. You didn’t know what else to feel, if not relief beyond the depths of your soul.

“Eywa has gave you a second chance,” Kiri mutters lowly, but it was loud to you as her hot breath fans your ears and cause it to twitch, “I’m so happy for you, [Name].”

This time you pull away from her completely, smiling up at her with glossed over eyes and chest filled with so much warmth, you might overheat, “Thank you, Kiri.” Slowly, you rise up from your sitting position with her help. You were stunned at the distance from the ground at full height. This was going to take some time to get used to.

“Max, Norm… Thank you, I can’t express that enough.” You try to walk to them, but your legs were wobbly so you more like stumble instead. Eventually, you reach them and pull them both into a hug, which probably looked silly as Max was the shortest by far in the bunch.

“You being safe and healthy is enough.” Max says, being the first to pull away and Norm nods, agreeing with him as he pulls away next, “We still have to run test though.”

You chuckle at that, rolling your eyes as you nod to him, “Understood.” You didn’t care how many test they had to run, as long as you were able to run and breathe without falling over.

Run.

You wanted to run.

Your ears flicker at the thought, stalling your side quest as your attention is drawn to them. You went to grab them in awe and felt something swish behind you, “Huh?” You twist your body, wait a second, and laugh when your eyes land on a tail; your tail, “Amazing!” You exclaim, smile growing wider.

Someone clears their throat, successfully making you stop and look at who did. To your surprise it was Jake, who was standing by the female Na’vi from earlier. He too had a smile on his face, happy to see you back and better than ever.

Though he haven’t spent much time with you, he was sympathetic to your situation, as it felt somewhat similar to his past self and unknowingly to you, have allowed Norm and Max to create a Avatar for you. It was only a matter of time before you became one like him.

“How are you feeling?,” he smiles warmly at you, like a father does his child. It made you feel giddy and shy, “It might feel strange at first, but you'll get used to it.”

You give him a curt bow, afraid to look him in the eyes. Before it was easy, it just felt different now. You couldn’t explain it, you just knew, “Thank you, it feels… different but I’m still me.”

He nods, walking closer to stop a foot away, “Good… [Name], you are Na’vi now. That means you have the opportunity to become apart of the Omaticaya clan.” He raises a hand and places it on your shoulder.

You knew what that meant. That means you’ll have to complete rites to become one of them. But that was the least of your worries; you knew nothing out the land except from what you read or what Norm brought back and you didn’t know how to hunt or fight for yourself. There was no way you can pass.

As if he can read your mind, he points to a male Na’vi, much younger than him with braided hair and sharp features. He resembles a handsome sculpture you read in history books, but better, “My son, Neteyam, will teach you the way of Na’vi.”

“Dad,” Lo’ak steps forward to protest but gets shut down with one look, his eyes cast down and he steps back into the background.

Poor Lo’ak, you thought, didn’t even stand a chance.

“Neteyam is a good teacher and warrior. You’ll learn fast.” Jake tells you, proudly.

“T-Thank you.” You bow again, much deeper this time. You didn’t know why you were bowing or if it was even appropriate in this situation, you just read somewhere that it was respectful.

He nods again, turning away to walk over to his son, the one he calls Neteyam. He whispers something to him, something that causes his lips to form a tight line and look over at you in annoyance as his dad leave him there.

You flinch at that and look away abruptly, just now taking notice how there were a whole ton of Na’vi circling around you all. How overwhelmed must you’ve been to not notice?

Suddenly, the air was knocked out of you temporarily as a force hits your stomach. Looking down, your body relaxes when you see it’s Spider. It was a little weird to be the taller one this time, but that didn’t stop you from returning his hug.

“Do that again and I will kill you!” He spits, glaring up at you in faux aggression. His hold on you, along with the pout on his lips tells the opposite of his words, “Scared the hell out of me.” he eventually admits, glare softening a great deal.

“That’s the opposite of what we want, bro.” Lo’ak comes up beside you and swings his arms over your shoulder, pulling you into a side hug of some sort, “But if you do, I’ll team up with him to make it happen.” He teases, smirking at you.

Kiri comes up from behind to push him off you, replacing his arm with hers around your waist, “Over my dead body,” she rolls her eyes and cheese at you, “I can’t wait to show you pandora. You’re going to love it,” she says, tugging you with her towards the forest, “Come on.”

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[aspd-culture]

Sorry ig in advance since you get questions a lot but got curious about a few things

1. Is it normal for pwASPD to view unbeneficial relationships as chores? I know I, a likely prosocial, when I don't see the benefit in a relationship, I have to view it as being a chore to continue it.

2. If a connection is established between harming others and being harmed, will a pwASPD, for lack of a better term, be able to mimic empathy or remorse?

3. Do you know if pwASPD and another comorbid disorder, if the other disorder causes already low or fragile self esteem (like another cluster B), can seem like they don't have ASPD?

These are mostly for project research but also out of curiosity because I can

Nothing to be sorry for!!/gen

1.) Oh yes. So very, very much yes. And honestly, it's even worse than a chore - more like if a dead-end job decided to stop paying you but you'd go to jail if you quit. If you've ever seen a kid stuck dress shopping with their mother on TV, that's the way I would like to act through every single interaction with an equal part useless and annoying but unavoidable prosocial irl. Every single non-Exception prosocial is that coworker you hate who won't leave you alone./hj Joking aside, not all prosocials are actually that annoying actually. So it kind of depends; sometimes it's fine at least for me.

2.) Yeah, I'd say so. This goes differently for all of us, but for the most part "connection formed" would probably go in the direction of an Exception, and that's where some symptoms of ASPD are lessened for those of us that have them. That includes often having some degree of effective empathy and/or a desire to work on cognitive empathy with them in particular (I use them as practice to make the necessary use of cognitive empathy less annoying with non-Exceptions). Ditto with remorse for some pwASPD, though for me in particular that depends on the Exception in question. Some still do not bring out remorse in me for whatever reason. This is a good place to note that actually, since I don't think I've mentioned this elsewhere. Exceptions do not all have to be the same even for the same pwASPD. Two friends may have different symptoms they alleviate vs don't affect vs worsen, and of course platonic vs sexual vs romantic Exceptions often vary in that as well. For me and a few other pwASPD I've met, this may also occur with some groups of people who aren't Exceptions but cause an Exception-esque response. For me, kids get that as most do other people struggling with mental health disorders beyond just depression and anxiety (nothing easy about those two it's just in our current world most people have those). If I hurt a kid's feelings, 25/10 times I am going to cry with them or force myself not to. And that will vary for each pwASPD based on how much social neurological development was completed before it was fundamentally changed and started developing antisocially too. Some of us have more empathy than others, or more remorse than others (and vice versa) in general, so that'll impact those situations too.

3.) So this depends on what you define as "seem like they don't have ASPD", though it won't be self-esteem that affects that. Generally I'd point that more in the direction of NPD. But yeah, looking at the symptoms of ASPD, there are a few specific disorders that cause someone who very much has ASPD to not be diagnosed and/or believed both professionally and personally. In personal relationships, it's honestly just not being a serial k*ller that will get most to think you don't have it. Professionally, you're looking at disorders that cause social problems (such as autism, SAD - social anxiety, and GAD - generalized anxiety), impulse control (ADHD mostly), emotional instability (bipolar disorder, IED - intermittent explosive, ODD - oppositional defiance, and yeah your other cluster b PDs). There are others that make a whole lot less sense imo to get in the way of an ASPD diagnosis too. Schizophrenia comes to mind, with some professionals thinking that it's just... so many episodes of psychosis that it starts to look like ASPD which, don't even get me started on how much of a medical failure it is that I have heard of that specific thing happening. But mostly, it's going to be the ones I listed previously. None of these are mutually exclusive with ASPD, but they have symptoms that overlap with or mimic ASPD's, and so you'll have genuinely good professionals who are trying to avoid over/misdiagnosis where it applies to a *very* stigmatized disorder, and you'll have lazy ones that don't care to try and pick out which it is if not both. That will all just depend on the pwASPD's presentation of symptoms. I had more than one professional refuse to believe I had ASPD, and my (very lovely and dilligent/gen) psychiatrist was also leaning to just diagnose autism until I said some line about the reason I try for social interaction not being because I want to but because everyone has to to be able to get what they need in life. Once she realized I see it as an irritating requirement to associate with other people - even ones I kind of like - she quickly turned on that and diagnosed both. That's why it's important to speak openly and with as much of the mask removed as possible without getting yourself in trouble. They will try and avoid labelling you with something like this unless they are 1000% sure because of its connotations and the social and professional implications of having ASPD. It is very possible to pick out which is which or if it's more than one with overlap in regards to any set of comorbidities even outside of ASPD, but it takes a lot of work for that to be done properly especially if you're still masking in front of them.

I have no issue with anyone asking just out of curiosity by the way. Seriously like I guess I see why some people feel weird about it, but genuine interest is the reason why disorders get looked into, researched, and potentially normalized and accepted. There is nothing wrong with being interested in any topic as long as you're respectful in your interactions with sensitive subjects, and this ask was completely respectful, so I'm happy to answer it./gen

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Nothing to be sorry for!!/gen

1.) Oh yes. So very, very much yes. And honestly, it's even worse than a chore - more like if a dead-end job decided to stop paying you but you'd go to jail if you quit. If you've ever seen a kid stuck dress shopping with their mother on TV, that's the way I would like to act through every single interaction with an equal part useless and annoying but unavoidable prosocial irl. Every single non-Exception prosocial is that coworker you hate who won't leave you alone./hj Joking aside, not all prosocials are actually that annoying actually. So it kind of depends; sometimes it's fine at least for me.

2.) Yeah, I'd say so. This goes differently for all of us, but for the most part "connection formed" would probably go in the direction of an Exception, and that's where some symptoms of ASPD are lessened for those of us that have them. That includes often having some degree of effective empathy and/or a desire to work on cognitive empathy with them in particular (I use them as practice to make the necessary use of cognitive empathy less annoying with non-Exceptions). Ditto with remorse for some pwASPD, though for me in particular that depends on the Exception in question. Some still do not bring out remorse in me for whatever reason. This is a good place to note that actually, since I don't think I've mentioned this elsewhere. Exceptions do not all have to be the same even for the same pwASPD. Two friends may have different symptoms they alleviate vs don't affect vs worsen, and of course platonic vs sexual vs romantic Exceptions often vary in that as well. For me and a few other pwASPD I've met, this may also occur with some groups of people who aren't Exceptions but cause an Exception-esque response. For me, kids get that as most do other people struggling with mental health disorders beyond just depression and anxiety (nothing easy about those two it's just in our current world most people have those). If I hurt a kid's feelings, 25/10 times I am going to cry with them or force myself not to. And that will vary for each pwASPD based on how much social neurological development was completed before it was fundamentally changed and started developing antisocially too. Some of us have more empathy than others, or more remorse than others (and vice versa) in general, so that'll impact those situations too.

3.) So this depends on what you define as "seem like they don't have ASPD", though it won't be self-esteem that affects that. Generally I'd point that more in the direction of NPD. But yeah, looking at the symptoms of ASPD, there are a few specific disorders that cause someone who very much has ASPD to not be diagnosed and/or believed both professionally and personally. In personal relationships, it's honestly just not being a serial k*ller that will get most to think you don't have it. Professionally, you're looking at disorders that cause social problems (such as autism, SAD - social anxiety, and GAD - generalized anxiety), impulse control (ADHD mostly), emotional instability (bipolar disorder, IED - intermittent explosive, ODD - oppositional defiance, and yeah your other cluster b PDs).

There are others that make a whole lot less sense imo to get in the way of an ASPD diagnosis too. Schizophrenia comes to mind, with some professionals thinking that it's just... so many episodes of psychosis that it starts to look like ASPD which, don't even get me started on how much of a medical failure it is that I have heard of that specific thing happening. But mostly, it's going to be the ones I listed previously. None of these are mutually exclusive with ASPD, but they have symptoms that overlap with or mimic ASPD's, and so you'll have genuinely good professionals who are trying to avoid over/misdiagnosis where it applies to a very stigmatized disorder, and you'll have lazy ones that don't care to try and pick out which it is if not both. That will all just depend on the pwASPD's presentation of symptoms. I had more than one professional refuse to believe I had ASPD, and my (very lovely and dilligent/gen) psychiatrist was also leaning to just diagnose autism until I said some line about the reason I try for social interaction not being because I want to but because everyone has to to be able to get what they need in life. Once she realized I see it as an irritating requirement to associate with other people - even ones I kind of like - she quickly turned on that and diagnosed both. That's why it's important to speak openly and with as much of the mask removed as possible without getting yourself in trouble. They will try and avoid labelling you with something like this unless they are 1000% sure because of its connotations and the social and professional implications of having ASPD. It is very possible to pick out which is which or if it's more than one with overlap in regards to any set of comorbidities even outside of ASPD, but it takes a lot of work for that to be done properly especially if you're still masking in front of them.

I have no issue with anyone asking just out of curiosity by the way. Seriously like I guess I see why some people feel weird about it, but genuine interest is the reason why disorders get looked into, researched, and potentially normalized and accepted. There is nothing wrong with being interested in any topic as long as you're respectful in your interactions with sensitive subjects, and this ask was completely respectful, so I'm happy to answer it./gen

[christianstepmoms]

Sertraline, sold under the brand name Zoloft among others, is an antidepressant of the selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor (SSRI) class.[10] The effectiveness of sertraline for depression is similar to that of other antidepressants, and the differences are mostly confined to side effects. Sertraline is better tolerated than the older tricyclic antidepressants. Sertraline is effective for panic disorder, social anxiety disorder, generalized anxiety disorder (GAD), and obsessive–compulsive disorder (OCD). Although approved for post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), sertraline leads to only modest improvement in this condition.[11][12] Sertraline also alleviates the symptoms of premenstrual dysphoric disorder (PMDD) and can be used in sub-therapeutic doses or intermittently (luteal phase dosing) for its treatment.[13]

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Mental Wellness Mod Beta Testing

Today for beta testing I am releasing my Mental Wellness Mod! I'm really appreciative that you guys are here and I want to share this with you.

I want to iterate that this is not a completed mod. I would like feedback, ideas, and suggestions from you to make this the best possible mod. Below I will outline the current features.

Mental Illness

Anxiety

Depression

ADHD

Each illness adds a constant buff to sims, and some illnesses have random buffs such as anxiety attacks or hyper-focus.

Taking medication will also give you a buff that alleviates symptoms. Some medications have a chance for different types of buffs, such as a dazed buff.

You can use the cheat menu to diagnose each condition or remove conditions.

You can become diagnosed by going through an assessment with a Psychiatrist. You will then be prescribed medication based on your diagnosis.

All sims have the option to speak with a therapist and receive a buff afterwards.

You can choose to use the phone or walk through the pie menu to speak with a therapist or psychiatrist.

You can also discuss your mental health or vent to other sims. You do not need to have a diagnosis to do so.

This is just a general overview of the mod I'm currently working on. I am requesting beta testers to test the mod out and provide feedback before posting publicly. This is not a complete mod.

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Thank you so much!