#because recovery is a process and not a destination

[uncanny-tranny]

Healing can look and feel a lot like pain, so it's hard to imagine this being a good sign. However, I think feeling like it's getting worse can be a sign that you're healing and you're making progress.

I've been noticing in myself that I feel a whole lot worse ever since I actually... acknowledged I have a lot of healing to do and that I am unwell. I actually allowed myself to entertain the idea, and it's opened the floodgates to me finding out just how bad it got. I'm grateful in a way that I'm getting worse now because I have the ability to heal.

If it feels like it's gotten worse, maybe it could be because you're making your way out of the storm. It's going to be okay.

[renegad3rogu3]

I've been toying with an idea for my first fanfic of my OTP (kakairu).

I'm imagining a storyline where these two keep crossing paths during the toughest, most toxic parts of their lives. All the angst, slowest of slow burns, break ups, other relationships, jealousy, betrayal, addiction, recovery, etc.

I really want to jump into heavy themes like PTSD, addiction, and abuse—basically how these characters deal with the trauma they've faced. I picture Iruka and Kakashi as both a comfort and a problem for each other—a mix of toxic influence and soul mates who just can't seem to stay apart.

There are a lot of relationships that are like spiritual connect, lots of sun and moon references. This idea really clicks with me and is at the heart of Iruka and Kakashi's relationship in my story. Even though they might bring out the worst in each other at times, there's something deeper that connects them, as if they're destined to find each other in every lifetime.

My story has Iruka and Kakashi facing their inner demons, sometimes dragging each other down and other times lifting each other up. It's a reflection of how real-life relationships can be both healing and harmful, and how tricky it can be to find balance without getting lost in the darkness.

I've been through a lot of trauma these past few years. Abuse, DV, divorce, single mom, trauma, PTSD.. and I think this fanfiction will be a way to explore the hurt I've been through and heal

By exploring PTSD and addiction, I want to shed light on what it's like to live with trauma and how people find ways to cope. I hope to create a story that's engaging and empathetic, inviting readers to think about the complexities of relationships and the strength of the human spirit. I really want it to be real. Because trauma isn't easy, and never has a picture perfect sunshine and rainbow recovery. It changes you, often not for the best, and it takes not only trying to process what's happened to you, but breaking down your survival behaviors that got you through it, and learning new behaviors. It's hard. It's gritty. And I really want to capture that.

[life-as-gwen]

What is Sobriety?

What does it mean to be living a sober life? What is sobriety?

I know what it is not. It is not a destination or something that we achieve and no longer have to work at. Simply not drinking or not using, for an addict, seems impossible in the beginning. When we choose to get sober, we begin the battle with cravings, withdrawals, temptations and a lot of pain. Whether we fight this on our own, with the help of a physician or end up in a detox program, it is all the same. We get our drug of choice out of our systems. Then the real work begins.

Many of us have been through this multiple times. I have quit drinking more times than I can count. I stopped drinking for about 10 years at one point. I would not describe this time of my life as being particularly sober. I was a deeply unhappy and angry person. I was basically white knuckling the ride of emotions on a daily basis. I had no insight into my suffering. I blamed myself for being a bad person, difficult to deal with and just not capable of being a good mom, wife, daughter etc. I was unhappy and full of self-pity. During this time I saw my children graduate and leave for university, I went through a divorce, changed jobs and began a new life on my own. I did believe at the time that I was making it and that I was strong. Until it all came crashing down.

I hesitate to call what happened over the next five years as a relapse, because I had not been living a life in recovery, I had merely stopped drinking. When I picked up the drink again I had made no real progress and found myself in a deeper hole than I had ever been. I had no control of my drinking, no self-respect and no hope for any kind of a future.

With the persistent help of some beautiful people, I went into a 60 day rehab program, which was the beginning of something brand new. I began the painful process of facing myself, my anger, my trauma and began to learn a new way to live. A life of sobriety.

This new lifestyle is ongoing and is something that requires daily maintenance. It is easier some days than others. The tendency to gravitate towards anger and isolation is always there, just as the potential to take that drink again is always there.

While I strive to maintain emotional sobriety, it is not a straight line. There are successes and failures. The failures do not negate the work we have done and do not take away the good we have accomplished. We continue to try and move in a forward direction, celebrating our wins and showing ourselves love and compassion when we are struggling.

Sobriety is a way of living.

[cheecats]

To soothe you from your Riverstar's Home trauma, how about you ramble about oneripple?

YOU'RE SO KIND FOR LETTING ME GO OFF ABOUT THIS TY TY 💞💞💞 I'm terrible at structuring logical/coherent rambles, so I'll just dump some thoughts I have (obv these exclude Riverstar's Home and are roughly how I'd like to play with their dynamic [give them to me NOW erins!!])

LONG POST UNDER CUT!

Obviously this is way before the mountain cats arrive. BIG FAN of the idea that River Ripple and his small circle at the time were the ones to help One Eye and baby Star Flower get back on their feet after the two lost the rest of their family to the sickness we see again in TBS (I imagine One Eye had already treated them with the Blazing Star, but the two were still so terribly weak and unwell after that.) The group find the two living inside a rotting hollow and approach them. One Eye is, naturally, EXTREMELY aggressive and reclusive at first — distressed from sickness, grief, and fear of losing his tiny daughter, for he hasn't been strong enough to feed them much. The other cats are nervous around him, unwilling to approach the tom for his sheer size and ferocity, even if he is weakened. But not River Ripple. He understands why he is acting this way, that his aggression is a defense mechanism to mask his fear, and ultimately wishes to convey to One Eye that he is not going to do anything to them without his explicit permission first: and he sticks to that promise! Every day he sits outside the makeshift shelter with food, asking permission to come inside, leaving prey, water and herbs at the entrance if One Eye is asleep or simply says no. He never challenges it, and simply obliges and wishes him and Star Flower well. It is through this gradual process that One Eye begins to somewhat relax around River Ripple, allowing ONLY him to come inside, communicating his and Star Flower's needs and whatnot (Vulnerability moment!!)

Although she was too young to remember, once she began to recover, Star Flower was always excited when River Ripple visited, coming up to him, chasing his tail, and telling him all about her big adventures (all just made up ones, but River Ripple would always listen and ask her questions about them!) One Eye initially doesn't take well to Star Flower going up to the near-stranger, pulling her back or growling at River Ripple to back off. But over time, he sees that the risk is minimal, and the two never leave his sight while interacting. Besides, it stops Star Flower pestering him to entertain her for just a bit (also I just find this funny because adult Star Flower can barely recall this and River Ripple is just looking at her like omg you've gotten so tall now!!! I remember when you used to tell me how you beat up monsters and dogs 🤭💙!!)

SO LIKE skipping the recovery period, and now One Eye and Star Flower are more present outside … One Eye falls first. He initially is bothered by this, still grieving the loss of his mate and their other kits moons ago. But the feeling is nonetheless there. It's complicated, because at first he had every intention of claiming the area for himself and pushing River Ripple & his friends out… but as much as he tried to resent River Ripple's philosophy, there was just something so…. soothing yet powerful in the way he carried himself. He realises he actually enjoys his company, which is also weird for him! One Eye has lived among opportunistic cats his entire life, learning that being aggressive and domineering is the only way to make it, and that the passive and meek were destined to be crushed. But River Ripple is a curious example to him. He is gentle and patient, but completely capable of establishing boundaries and shutting down veins of discussion that belittle or threaten him. He would call out One Eye's bullshit every single time, but in a way that didn't escalate the situation. His heart was soft and his identity was strong in that. Kindness without weakness??? In MY Warrior Cats??? Impossible??? (Erins: yes it's impossible. 🗿)

Anyway, montage of One Eye giving terrible rizz and making a complete fool of himself 90% of the time — getting frustrated and defensive while everyone else is like🧍‍♂️. River Ripple is confused at first, but slowly begins to catch on. He finds it both amusing and sweet… and yeah! He realises he does feel the same way! He always found One Eyes protectiveness of Star Flower warming, found his intelligence to be engaging, and he genuinely believes there is good in the tom's heart (me shaking my head slowly.)

First date? Swimming lesson! One Eye is terrible! He's half drowned, scrabbling onto River Ripple every .2 seconds, and hates how pathetic it makes him look. But River Ripple is patient, assuring him that they can always try again some other time, and that it took him a while to get used to it too <:)

^ I feel like it's important to emphasize that One Eye genuinely feels like he can relax around River Ripple. That this cat doesn't have any ulterior motivation to trick him or take from him. Nor' does River Ripple ever belittle his failures or negative traits. They simply exist, are acknowledged, and pass like water.

But of course there is difficulty in how these two's ideologies clash. Everyone's beliefs are different, but theirs almost completely counter. River Ripple's philosophy is peaceful. To live and let live, and be custodians of the land. One Eye's on the other hand is to conquer. To take, to fight for what you need, and to claim the land. While there is room to accommodate each other, they are both two strong individuals with strong identities. Neither is going to abandon their philosophy, and when they clash so strongly, it can make it impossible for them to see eye to eye on issues. Long term, that would be hard. I believe that is why they'd go their separate ways. It doesn't work out. But that is okay. For that period of time, there was coexistence, there was connection, and there was love.

TL:DR. Very brief romance! A spark of passion that burns then fizzles out when One Eye leaves to be on his own (with Star Flower) once again. River Ripple, of course, says One Eye can return any time if he needs anything. Even for a short visit. He never does. For everywhere the tom goes, there is destruction and disruption, and River Ripple's home is like an oasis to be left untouched in One Eye's head.

Even as One Eye's reputation worsens, they still feel for each other. River Ripple especially. He knows what One Eye is capable of, what he has done, and how downright hideous he can be. But it's hard not to miss the memory of him. (Cue the mountain cats like PLEASE stop talking about this asshole in flowery prose he is trying to kill us!!)

BONUS: Not really relevant here, but their presence in the narratives respectively as the punisher/destroyer vs the voice of reason… ooogh, sun that burns, moon that soothes e.t.c but that deity kind of vibe would be more relevant once they're spirits in the Dark Forest & Starclan!

I could go on forever but that's the meat of it. Ty ty i hope everyone enjoyed and its not terribly incoherent ✌️

[ktyekmrf30]

5 years ago I was a little too naive and convinced that you can go to a therapist for 2-3 months and solve most of your life problems that were by your side for the 20 or so years. 2 years and 3 months ago I came to a session with a therapist for the first time after I almost broke down. Next wednesday I'll still go to the next session.

At first I thought that I went to a therapist primarily for myself, to live my best and more peaceful life - and this is mostly true. But then, after some time, I finally realized that there are also motives that I didn't want to admit at first even to myself. I went to a therapist to work through old traumas so that it would help me maintain relationships with my family and mother. I came to this thought for the first time and now I'm ready to admit that I went to heal my traumas for the sake of another person and not just for myself. As if there was something shameful or weird about changing and be better version of yourself for someone. And Q thought about it too.

But excluding this, Q, on the other hand, feels diametrically opposite to me. I believe that earlier, when he first went to therapy, it wasn't his idea, it was his father or the doctors who were seeing him with his sleepwalking and panic attacks, because at that time Q was a minor, teenager with no support system and with a strict father, and it's hard to decide for yourself that you need a therapist, especially when you 15-16yo. So it was definitely his doctor or his father because the doctor told him to. But then Q stopped going and it's been a few years now.

All this time Q didn't see any reason to continue working on himself, his fears, nightmares and sleepwalking for his own sake. But he wanted to do it for Min and he went to therapy with the primary thought that he was doing it for another person. And I actually think he's going to have the opposite situation just like me where after some time he finally acknowledges that, yes, maybe he initially sought help for the sake of another person, but he realized that he really needed help for his own sake in the first place, because several times on the show he had expressed the idea that he was lonely and desperate and was destined to die alone by himself. And that means he actually wanted to fix something in his life for himself, he just didn't dare to think about it or admit it.

Also I think it is so important to represent that no love will magically heal the traumas of the soul, that it is a long process during which you should be supported and not being judged by your loved ones and even after starting therapy nothing will disappear immediately, it is still a healing process, which is built differently for everyone. For someone it can take 4 months, 2 years or 6 years.

And at the end of the episode, Q is not fully cured and he has years ahead of him to get rid of all his demons, which can be awaken even in the most trivial everyday situations but it's still a happy ending. A realistic happy ending where you accept and learn to love the process of life and recovery. It's not about achieve the goal before we'll see ending credits because in real life there is just one chance for ending credits. And we were only shown the middle of Q's path, his happy ending journey during which Min fully supported him and will continue to support him. And there's something special about how Q looks happier and healthier in that last scene compared to what we saw from him before.

[landmine-guy]

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About Me - はじめまして !

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☆ Basics: 地雷 男子 !

☆☆☆ online persona - Rainforest (Raine) ☆☆☆

☆ birthday - 3.17.1998 | (火曜日) ☆

三月にはたくさんの花が咲く.

☆ age - twenty six (二十六) ☆

☆ bi + hypersexual & demisexual | バイ ☆

☆ pronouns - he/him | 男子 ☆

☆ zodiac - ♓𖤓♏☾♌↑♍☊♓☋ | 占星術 ☆

☆ Juunishi (十二支) - Tiger | 虎 ☆

☆ Gogyō (五行) | Wood ( 木材 ) ☆

☆ disabled neet | 障がい ☆

☆ recovering hikikomori | ひきこも ☆

☆ cripple punk ☆

☆ ethnicly mixed & indigenous | 先住民族の ☆

☆ [redacted] but now with a foster family ☆

☆ touched by the tism | 自閉症 ☆

☆ polyamorous | 多ければ多いほどよい ! ☆

不可能を可能にするのは努力だ ! 決意を固め続ける!

☆ More: さらに詳しく

☆ dx with - ASPD ; DID ; schizoaffective disorder ; asthmatic ; superventricular tachycardia ; chronic depression; chronic anxiety ; OCD harm ; motor tics ; unspecified seizure disorder ; Insomnia ; kleptomania ; psychosis ; IED ; misophonia ; synesthesia disorder ; audio processing disorder ; bilateral hearing loss ; arthritis ; disordered eating ; chronic pain ; autism ; adhd ; and cPTSD ☆

七転び八起き! 知っておくことが重要 ! ありがとう !

☆ on disability for several medical conditions that effect my mobility and vision, after surviving a tbi in August of 2019 ☆

決意を固め続ける ! あなたはこれを手に入れました

☆ English is my first language, but I'm currently learning/studying Japanese!! ☆

我慢してください ! 一生懸命勉強してください !

☆ dream destinations: 青木ヶ原 & 歌舞伎町 ☆

☆ - my foster family is currently in the states for the holidays, but we will be going back to Okinawa next year. My goal is to make it to the mainland because I wanna party in Kabukicho and make friends and life long memories as well as visit some historic shrines in Kyoto!!- ☆

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[oceansssblue]

[THE BAD BATCH] — Soulmate AU

ECHO/OFC

WARNINGS: SOME ANGST (HAPPY ENDING), ECHO WITH SOME SELF-BODY ISSUES.

Echo stared at his now metallic forearm. He could almost picture it; the way his tanned skin used to show her name, the strange irreplacable ink shaping the five small letters that had changed everything back when he was a kid. His soulmate's name. His mark. His bond.

Echo had been nine when the five letters had suddenly sewed themselves onto his skin. It was just an uncomfortable itch at first; then, it burned. When nine year old Echo had dragged his right sleeve up to check his forearm, he had found a name.

<< Raine >>

Five small letters that gave him hope and cursed him all the same. His first feelings had been –after shock and confusion– pure joy and affection. Someone, somewhere in the galaxy, was destined just for him; a true match to his particular soul. Not his brothers, not just any clone; His.

Then, that joy and hope had been squashed away. Taken with greedy hands and harsh words. He still remembered the lecture the kaminoans gave him, amongs a few other lucky –or unlucky– clones. The hope and joy was replaced with fear, guilt, and sadness. Someone, somewhere, was destined to live in constant worry for him, or worse, forced to experience his loss with or without the chance to getting to know him. Because he was just a clone, engineered to fight a war for the Republic; and nothing else mattered at all. Not that name; not his bond. Not Raine.

Years passed, and little Echo kept growing into the soldier he was now with strict rules and a clear objective in mind; becoming an ARC trooper, protecting his Jedi general and the Republic, surviving fight after fight among the brothers who could. Survive. All thoughts of his soulmate were burried under a million worries and more than a dozen closed calls; under the grief he held for the death of too many vods and the anger and rippling sadness that threatened to bury him alive. Just keep fighting. Dont give up. It became his new mantra; and that he did, until the option was taken away from him too.

His memories of Skako Minor were, at best, hazy and mixed up. He saw numbers. He saw Fives, and Rex, his squad and all the manuals he had learned by page. He saw, but he didn't think. Or live. He was just something; part of the technology, of a system, not even a clone right then. He didn't realise how much he liked and needed to be just a clone until he started his long way to recovery after Anaxes and found out just how different he was from the rest of them now.

The death of his twin had been even more difficult to process than getting used to his new body and mind. He didn't recognise himself in the mirror; didn't recognise who he was without fives. But the Bad Batch showed him who he could be. He had hold onto that new oportunity while he learned how to cope with his new shape; how his complex interface worked, how to filter huge amounts of data in his head, how his legs and scomp moved. It hadn't been easy. It still wasn't. But he had learned to leave the past behind; how to focus on what he still had, and suddenly, with time, Clone Force 99 had become family in his eyes. After the fall of the Republic, he had sticked with them. One day, Echo would contact Rex and join the Rebellion, return to what he did best; until the Bad Batch found a safe haven, a place for Omega to grow without the fear of getting caught by the Empire constatly hugging her, Echo would cover their backs.

(•••)

"I'm still unable to comprehend where I could have made a mistake. I have considered every option I have been able to come up with; but something must obviously be escaping my mind. Your prothesis are failing to recuperate their full movility and speed and I can't seem to find the error in order to fix it so..."

Echo tried not to chuckle at Tech's constant mutters and rambling. They had just finished a mission for Cid in Ackerton three days ago, in which once again Echo had used his new abilities to infiltrate in an external security system to get the doors that they needed oppened. He had done that with no problem at all; but his legs had buckled right after achieving it and he would have had hit the floor if Wrecker wasn't there to catch him in time. It had appeared to be just a minor shock to his system, back then; with Echo quickly regaining his foot and finishing the mission swiftly with no other complications at all. However, the strange malfunction had repeated at least twice per day since then; and Tech, to the resident genious own greatest frustration, handn't been able to find the reason yet. That's why they were currently walking towards the supposedly best ingeneering workshop in a nearby planet, Osk; to, for once, get some external help.

"I'm sure it's nothing, Tech", Echo answered with his usually calm, soft voice, trying to put his brother at ease while he continued directing them through the route he was visualising in his head. "We'll get it fixed in no time".

Tech frowned in evident irritation. He was also worried for Echo, even if expressing in annoyment his lack of knowledge was the only way he knew how to.

"It is not nothing. If it were, I would have obviously found the malfunction and..." He started, but was quickly cut out by Echo's voice as the soldier stopped right on his track and scanned the building in front of them with interest.

"Clanks&Screws, that's our place right there" announced Echo, making Tech go silent for a tiny while he too scanned the workshop from the outside.

Echo nodded and walked towards the entrance without bothering to check if his vod was following or not.

"Can't believe we're leaving this in hands of a shop with a name like that..." Tech muttered, but entered the work place just the same.

At least the shop was kept clean and only slightly disorganized. Some chips, wires, drivers and half projects where abandoned here and there; but otherwise it didn't give off the impression of someone who just wanted to get money doing a shitty half job. Tech examined the space without hiding his curiosity; while Echo tried to locate the resident ingeneer, who was no where to be found.

"Be right there!" Shouted a voice from an adjacent room, right then, and once recovered from the surprise both clones waited patiently for the workers arrival. They could hear a feminine mumble across the opened door behind the counter. "Just make sure it doesn't crumble again, little bug".

They didn't have much time to ponder to whom she was talking to –though by the nickname, and considering where they were, it was probably some kind of techno droid– before a tall girl with chocolate brown hair tied up in a messy bun and black grease stains across her cheeks and hands walked towards them. She had caramell eyes, a small button nose and a very un-flattering work overall on. Even with her figure hidden from stranger's wandering glances, Echo couldn't help thinking how beautiful she was.

"What can I help you with, boys?" She asked, after scanning them in a fraction of a second that felt too long and yet not enough to the former ARC trooper.

Tech was quick to jump into his endless explanation and, surprisingly, the –probably in her mid twenties– woman patiently listened and nodded along. Further from feeling annoyed or irritated, she seemed to cling to each word as if she were gratefull to have someone who had done some research and knew what they were on about for once. She payed special attention at how Echo's neural system worked; her eyes turning to steal a glance from him here and there while Tech continued discussing posibilities and his thorough research. Echo awkardly –yet patiently– waited for the two ingeneering experts to come to a conclussion.

"Have you checked his neural interface, then?" She cut out, once she knew the googled man wasn't going to point out any adittional relevant information anymore, and Tech looked at her stunned.

"Oh, I can't believe I didn't evaluate the posibility of the malfunction coming from his central system! I went straight to the prothesis without taking into consideration that his neural conexion may have been seveered while tapping into the defence code web and..."

The young mechanic chuckled and turned to Echo. Those were two interesting men.

"Have you been having some sort of visual or processing weird alteration too, handsome?"

Echo blushed involuntarily and tried to remember.

"I... I have, actually. I didn't think too much about it, but I've been able to process data almost too fast. Faster than my usual rythim, at least. But that's not exactly a bad thing, right?" He asked, wearily.

She hummed and crouched down to grab a case of tools and placed it on the counter in front of her.

"Not painful, but not a good thing either" she answered distractedly, her hands roaming through the tools in search of a specific one. "It might be a sign that your prothesis aren't sending the necessarily signs to your neural system and therefore making it able to speed the conexions of other functions. Imagine your body is a circuit. If you eliminate or lower the charge on the colateral one that goes towards your legs, the other conexions will be able to work faster. That way you can sort throw data better, but loose movility, range and speed."

Echo didn't ever think that he would feel that atracted to brains; even if it were a desirable trait, he would have imagined that it would be more of Tech's thing. However, this woman knew what she was talking about; and he found the determined way she talked and moved and her easy, collected disposition refreshingly attractive. It helped she was pretty, too.

"Alright, let's have a look" she announced, once she finally found the rounded tool she was apparently looking for, and pointed at one side of the room to him "Can you sit on the stool over there and take off your shirt?"

Stating that Echo's cheeks burned brighter than a star would have been an understatement.

"W-What?" He could only managed to stutter, paralised.

The young mechanic laughed –a true, un-restrained, melodic sound– and showed him a loop-sided amused smirk.

"Not like that, handsome" she soothed him, albeit with a entertained twinkle in her caramel eyes. "I've seen a pair of similar neural systems like yours before, and you guys usually have a double entrance point to minimise the risk of overcharing and damaging a port. I assume you got one hiding there on your head implant and one on some spot on your spine, don't you?

Tech could still read the shock and hesitance on his brothers face and decided to gift him with some more seconds to collect himself.

"You are, indeed, correct. Your knowledge is impressive. I confess I had my reservations upon arrival, but I can see now that my doubts were unfair".

The young woman showed the goggled clone a small smile and waited for Echo to finally react. He did so with a million doubts and concerns running through his head. He was used to his body by now, but he wasn't used to others looking at it. He sat down on the stool regardless and slowly took his shirt off; staring down at the floor and trying not to fidget in his self-consciousness.

She seemed to understand what he was feeling and thinking about; as she quickly stepped behind his back without staring at his body more than necessary and reassuring him before actually starting to play with his head.

"I'm gonna do this as quick and swiftly as possible, okay? Just gonna plug in in both ports and run a quick scanning system first. If it is what I think it is, my program will find the severed conexion in no time and we'll get it fixed under fifteen minutes. Sounds good?"

Echo nodded in silence. He felt an electric rush zapping through his veins when the young woman connected to both of his ports; feeling slightly comforted while she talked him through what she was going to do. Her hand softly caressed one side of his neck; and Echo couldn't hold his reaction. He trembled; a feeling mixed with both panic and pleasure. She assumed it to be purely the first and her voice turned surprisingly soft and gentle.

"You alright there? It shouldn't be painfull at all. Just a few more minutes. Let me know if it does, okay?"

He nodded, closing his eyes and letting her search along his files. It felt weirdly intimate, somehow. He tried to mantain his breathing under control and not think of Skako Minor. He was safe, now; even if someone was checking him like the half-droid he was.

"Found it" her satisfied voice popped up after some minutes, making Echo open her eyes and only then realising he was crushing Tech's hand on his own one. He let it go with a small apologising glance; his googled brother completely unfased by the act. "It was just what I thought. The security interface you tried to infiltrate must have sent a shock to your system that has somehow rerouted some of the conexions between your neural implant and your legs prothesis towards other circuits. That's why you can still move them but without the same speed, strength, and movility range. I just have to carefully rerout it back to normal and you should be good to go in ten".

Both Echo and Tech nodded in understanding, and they let the mechanic perform her art. Tech studied each step; making sure nothing was put out of place and learning along the way. She diligently worked in near silence for the next few minutes; muttering to herself here and there and turning the corners of her lips up in victory when achieving each step.

She finally sighed and very carefully and slowly plugged out of the man's ports. She threw her tools back onto their case and handed Echo his shirt, standing up in front of him and showing him a small smile.

"All done. Feeling good, handsome?"

Echo re-dressed and cautiously tried to flex his artificial knees and twist around. He nodded in relief. Tech did too, satisfied.

"Yeah. I didn't even realise it before, but it did feel different than usual. Now it feels just right". He looked up at her with honest eyes. "Thank you. What do we owe you for this?"

She walked back towards the counter while she answered.

"Usual price is 100 osseks. But it was a pretty quick repair, and I like you guys, so we'll leave it at 90, how about that?

Tech stepped in and extended his hand.

"We appreciate it. Unconviniently, we only count with its equevalent in credits. Would that pose a problem?"

She shrugged and waved a hand.

"Nah. I accept pretty much any sort of payment here. Just let me call bug in so he can scan those credits for me. Not that I think you guys are trying to fool me, but scammers are getting quite creative this days".

Echo nodded in agreement.

"No offense taken" he added, and she turned to the opened door calling her droid out.

"Four-o-nine! Move your little wings here and scan this credits for me, bug!

A small red CRX-technodroid calmly flew towards them; making chirping sounds while he inmediatly followed the human's order. Tech curiously glanced at both Echo and the droid before voicing his observation.

"Curious name for a technodroid" he started, tentatively, while she waited for the red bug to finish his scan.

"Is it?" She answered, distracted, saving the credits in a safe place and getting the change for them. "I named it after someone important to me".

Tech collected the excess back and dropped it in one of his numerous belt pouches. He just had a feeling about this. Could he be right?

"May I ask who? A family member, pherhaps?"

Her face filled with melancholy and a sad smile perched on her lips for once.

"It's someone who I've never met", was her quiet answer, and Echo felt his heart beat intensifying and threatening to burst out of his chest right then. He had catched up on Tech's suspition. But there was no way that beautiful woman was her soulmate, right?

His tongue felt stuck to his mouth. Fortunately for him, Tech continued his cautious research like he always did.

"You must have realised were clones, as intelligent as you are, albeit different than the mayority of us. Am I correct in assuming that that is his CT-number?

She seemed hesitant to confirm his theory, but ended up nodding and Echo felt closer to suffering a heart attack. This was it. This could be it. This could be the moment where his whole world shifted again and...

"1409, yeah. I cut it down to four-o-nine for short" she let out a nervous chuckle, reading their postures and understanding the direction of his questions with a growing heaviness in her heart. "Don't tell me you know him? After the Republic fell I assumed I wasn't going to be able to meet him. Everyone's on the run, nowadays, and..."

She grew silent, fidgeting with the end of her sleeve, and Echo swallowed his insecurities down. He glanced at Tech, who nodded at him and gave him the rest of the strength he needed to voice his confession out loud.

"I am... I am CT-1409. I... I'm your soulmate."

A million thoughts and emotions seemed to flash in the girls eyes. She stared in shock, stunned; looking at him a few seconds later with raw hope and anxiousness etched in every fraction of her face.

"If... if this is a joke, it's no fun" she whispered, without tearing her caramel eyes of him, and Echo couldn't stop staring back even when Tech's voice intervened.

"I can assure you Echo is indeed clone trooper 1409. We have no reason to lie to you; we've already achieved what we came here for".

She tugged her sleeve up. Without looking at her right forearm, she caressed the numbers on her skin. Echo trembled at the sight. It was such a reverent gesture, filled with such hope and warmth...

Her caramel eyes searched his amber ones; the stare she gave him was so intense it seemed as if she was searching his very own soul. And he was hers. His soul.

"Tell me my name. If you're my soulmate, you must have had it etched in your skin, once, too."

She needed confirmation. And he understood. Echo knew right then that she had been waiting for him even longer than he himself had. Because while her memory had been forcebly burried inside his mind, toppled with his hard life as a soldier, he was still fresh in hers; no-one told her to shut it down, to forget about him. And Echo understood once more all the lies that the kaminoans had tried to teach them about their soulmates too. It didn't matter if they met each other or not. It didn't matter if the clones succeeded in forgetting them. Their soulmates worries and fear for them would not change. Would not stop. And neither would their love and care.

"Raine" he whispered, as if she would dissolve in thin air if her name was spoken too loud "Your name burnt my right forearm when I was nine years old. I was told to forget... But i never truly did. It was the one order I never couldn't fully follow".

Her eyes filled with tears and she tumbled towards him.

"F-Fuck. Fuck... You-You are..."

She couldn't help herself. Some part of her understood the reservations he might have to being hugged and touched; but he was his soulmate, he was fucking there, and she couldn't do any other thing that throwing herself into his arms.

Echo couldn't bring himself to plant distance between each other either. A slight panic flew through his veins with the unexpected contact; but she was there, and surprisingly, she fiercely wanted him. And Raine was all he ever wanted too, even if he wasn't allowed to feel so.

She cried on his shoulder, whispering against his armour.

"I thought you might be... With the war and the rise of the Empire, I hadn't found you yet and I thought I might never..."

Echo moved his left hand over her back in a soothing caress.

"It's alright. It's alright, Mesh'la. I'm sure it was difficult, and we've... I've been through a lot, too... But we're here now. I'm right here, okay?"

She felt strong enough to push her face back a little in order to being able to look up towards him. She was tall, sure, but he was even taller. She liked that.

"I've been calling you handsome and trying to flirt with you since you stepped inside my shop, thinking I might find myself a hot date for a change and..." she let out a teary laugh, making Echo chuckle with her, too.

"And I happen to be your soulmate" he finished for her, showing a small warm smile. "You know, that actually makes me feel a bit better. I was worried that if I ever managed to find you, you wouldn't find this..." he gestured "Attractive".

She bit her lip and some of that previously cool collected cheekiness reappeared.

"Oh, handsome, believe me" her arms slowly wrapped around his shoulders and neck, and she grinned at him "I find you hot as fuck".

They chuckled and laughed together; both unable to resist each other anymore and joining their lips in a passionate –yet gentle– kiss. She melted in his arms. Kissing his soulmate, Echo, had to be the best thing she had experienced in her life.

Later that night, when Echo returned to the Marauder with the rest of his family –they all had agreed to stay for a whole extra week in Osk to give the young mechanic time to pack her things up and join them– Raine looked down to her forearm and caressed his four digits with a soft smile.

<<1409>>

She couldn't be happier; couldn't feel prouder of having his mark on her skin. And she couldn't wait to experience all that were to come.

THE END.

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AUTHORS NOTE:

That's it for this one folks! Please forgive any errors I've made; English is not my native language.

I really hope you've enjoyed this! And if you have (or even if you haven't, I accept constructive critisicsm) let me know in the comments! This is my first au ever in tumblr (i write fics on wattpad in spanish) and I'm sure I'll feel more inspired to continue if you do so.

Also, I accept requests! If you want me to write a story about a specific clone, with whatever theme or relationship you can imagine (i can also write dark stuff, smutt, WHATEVER) let me know in the comments or send me a dm!

Xx, Sky.

[tmntxthings]

∑一stay in my memories。・゜・

author’s note: it’s such a tragedy that im just listening to this whole song now. i kept hearing that one popular part and finally finally listened to it all and wow ♪ memories by conan grey ♪

warnings: angst, past relationships, hurt/comfort? song inspired, unedited

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It’s been a couple of months since you. That was about the amount of time it took for Michelangelo to stop crying. His brothers had a pretty hard time too. So did Pops. They weren’t used to Mikey being so down. Feeling so blue. But he couldn’t help it, the breakup had been hard. The distance has been even harder. He knew he had spent every waking second with you, but it really felt like a punch to the plastron coming to the realization, that he was supposed to live without you now.

He had finally gotten to a point where looking at all those pictures of the two of you together didn’t hurt. It didn’t make him cry anymore. And most things had. All the little knickknacks, every single thing you had gotten him. The comics, the art supplies, the clothes that you sometimes wore. He couldn’t possibly get rid of it. Even when Donnie deduced it would help his grieving process. That it might speed things up and not make things so difficult.. to have constant reminders of you.

But Mikey couldn’t bear to lose one more piece of you. So he stuffed everything into a box.. at least the things he didn’t use on the daily, and hid them away in the back of his closet. And so the months passed and he was surviving, somehow.. someway without you. He sometimes wondered if it would’ve been better to have never met you. To have never gone through such heartache. But with the headspace he was at now, he knew that wouldn’t be true. It wouldn’t have been better. Because then he would’ve never experienced all those good times. The lovely moments, the loving moments with you. He couldn’t really ponder too hard about those still.. Donnie said he was 75% on the way to a complete recovery. Mikey thought he may just be saying that but most days he felt better. Enough to sometimes spare a smile at those old photos.

The two of you had gone back and forth like this countless times. But you always came back after a couple of days and Mikey readily opened his arms. It wasn’t the healthiest thing in the world, his brothers made sure to remind him that. But he couldn’t help what he felt in his heart for you. You were his sun. But this time.. it felt like the last. After those first couple of days he had waited with his phone clutched in his grasp. Waiting for a message, a call, anything to show him that you wanted him back. Raph said it was for the best. That he and you were just each other’s first love, and that it was always the hardest to get over.

“I’m heading up!” Mikey called out in the lair. It wasn’t uncommon nowadays to go topside alone. Though Raph asked if he wanted company. Mikey replied quickly, “Nah, I’ll be back in a few! I just wanna skate for a bit.. clear my head,” and that was all he needed to say. Raph understood and gave Mikey a warm grin and waved him off.

He could hear the sound of pouring rain halfway up the ladder to the manhole cover. It didn’t deter the orange clad turtle. Though skating in such conditions are unadvised, Mikey wasn’t your average skater. He was a ninja with rad skills. Plus the rain deterred others so it wouldn’t be packed at the park. And yet as Mikey pulled up his hood and covered the manhole with practiced ease. His board strapped to his shell underneath his orange hoodie, hoping it would stay dry til he reached his destination. He felt familiar chills run over his entire body. He turned to the alleyway opening, out to the lit up sidewalk, and there you were.

His breath caught in his throat. He hadn’t seen you in months. And there you were. Here you were. Staggering forward and drenched from the rain. His heart lurched at the sight. No no no no. This wasn’t happening. He had finally stopped hurting. He had finally started surviving without you! And yet as you called out his name,

“M-Mike?”

His breath sputtered as his hands went around himself. As if he could hold himself together. Like he wasn’t already falling apart. “What’re you doing Y/n?” His voice sounded foreign to even himself. He felt like he was dying. Something was clawing at his tattered and beaten heart. He didn’t want to face you. He didn’t want to think about you. No you were supposed to be in his memories. Not here before him, shivering from the cold and practically begging to be wrapped in his arms.

“I just wanna talk,” you murmured. Though the rain was still coming down, he heard you clearly. His ears straining for every word. His body was betraying him. Had it forgotten all of the pain it had went through? For months? For longer than that! The off and on and off and on again? You started moving forward and Mikey started to shake his head. You were talking again, trying to make it right, trying to explain.

“Just hear me out Angie, I know I’ve messed up bad. But I don’t think I can do it without you, I- I tried!”

The closer you got the more dizzy he felt. Until you were right before him and even the smell of the dripping rain couldn’t cover the alcohol that lingered on your breath. He winced inwardly, you weren’t here for him. You were here for you. Playing the victim once more despite claiming to own up to your mistakes. “Please Mikey, I swear I’ll do better, better for you, f-for us!”

His thoughts were cloudy. He wanted you to stay in his memories. The past was too traumatizing and all you did was bring it back. You threw it in his face as if his feelings didn’t truly matter. He was your crutch. He was all you had. And his heart strings, or what was left of them, pulled. He shook his head. He was trying so hard to get over you, to get over this. But you showed up, out of nowhere, months later, out of the blue in such a state! He felt the slow exhale wind down and out of his body. He knew the ending would always be the same with you. The two of you couldn’t be friends. He doubted the two of you could be the same lovers as you once were. All that you were doing now was preventing him from moving on, from yourself moving on to something new..

But since you came…

His arms slowly opened and you lurched forward. Wet and trembling the both of you, tears camouflaged by the unforgiving rain. “Okay,” he sighed, it was hardly even voiced. He was sure you couldn’t hear as you sobbed into his chest. Just happy he had let you in again. To break his heart once more. Maybe he was insane. Though he didn’t think things would change this time around. He was fully expecting to get his feelings crushed. But maybe one day you would take all of those things that had haunted him. The box full of reminders of you. Maybe if you took that with you this time around, maybe he’d truly get over you. And then you would stay in his memories.

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author’s note 2.0: it is most definitely recommended to listen while reading ;D most of the lyrics were used ^

[swlyf-24]

You set sail alone, there is no crew no one on the deck who can help you

title by ship in a bottle-fin

your story, ours combined: !!

Part I, II

Depression- grief

Seeing the trophy was a moment that will forever be engraved into Lando's mind. Written into history, the image was apart of him. The tapestry woven by their love story had been unstable since that sunday. But now, the tapestry had somehow fixed itself back, giving Lando peace, that he could finally rest. But of course, it is never that quick of a recovery process. The many cupboards and shelves containing medals and trophies felt weightless in memory when compared to this particular one. Weighing tons, as if it carried all the love he had for a deceased, all the memories, all the moments they spent together.

Lando's heart ached. It ached for something, for someone, for someone to hold him again, to whisper reassurances. Even empty platitudes, he would keep in his heart and store close. The lowering sun shone onto the polished material of the trophy, bringing it what almost looks like eternal glow. Shining as if it was the sun itself, that nothing can get brighter than it. As if it was a particular someone telling Lando that he was the one that he'll forever remember and no one else could compare. Lando longed. He longed for something that is unexplainable by words but easy in heart.

A human sized hole carved out from his beating heart and replaced by an endless void. Lando felt like a whale, a hertz whale— calling out for someone but no one understands him. No one understands his unspoken words nor actions that someone destined to him would. Havoc wreaked his mind, corrupting it into sobs and sniffles rather than crafted words. Even with Carlos by his side, an unmoving presence, he felt alone. Lando felt isolated, stranded on a planet with no way to contact anyone, no way to get help. He could only wallow in his suffering, hoping he could escape and break free from the chains that grief has trapped him in. He only wished to tumble out of the quicksand of mourning and the ever repeat of his monotonous life. He felt as if he were Pluto itself, alone and out of place.

Lando never realised that Carlos had left to answer a call when his knees turned into those of jelly. He trembled, hands pale as he searched for stability. How embarrassing it was. All because of some WDC? But, it was never really just a WDC, was it? Lando turned his head, only to dry heave. His back turned against a wall, fingernails turning bloody as he scratched for something to hold onto on the wall. Blood dripped down his hands, the once pale skin into a ruby coloured tone. Staining every crevices of his palm and fingers even under his fingernail. Small circles on the edge of his sight glimmered under the apartment light. His vision turned blurred. Lando couldn't tell anymore. Was it the hangover or was the headache a result of the crying?

Tears collected in a puddle on the ground, seeping in into the carpet. Lando, much like his tears, sank onto the carpet. He curled up into a ball, fingers digging into his calves as he lowered his head and laid it onto his knees. "Lando? You-" Carlos faltered as the concern was obvious in the silence that followed. Carlos stared at the man in front of him. It felt laughable to call Lando a man in the state that he was. He was more of a distraught child who had never been through such turmoil from grief, a child who had never been taught of such.

Carlos sighed. He dropped his phone onto the marble counter of the kitchen as he walked towards the shaking figure. He gently pried the fingers from his calves, uncaring that in the process stained his own hands with blood that wasn't his. Blood that wasn't his. Oh, that's right. He was the one who picked Oscar from that seat. The Oscar who wasn't breathing, the Oscar whose heart had stopped after continuous years of beating. His blood was on his hands. It was devastating. If he had been faster, maybe he wouldn't watch his best friend on the ground, turning into a puddle of sadness. Carlos gripped both of Lando's hands in his tighter. He brought them to his own eyes, sobbing into them without even realising.

In the setting sun of an oncoming Wednesday, two men in in an apartment mourned. Covered in tears and blood, the sunset shone on them as if they were on the centre of the stage—the main characters of a story that was untethered of form, that the spotlight was on them.

"I can't be here tomorrow. Ferrari would bash my head in if I skipped this meeting. I'm sorry, I can't be here." Carlos whispered under the artificial light in the bedroom. The uncomfortable floor digging into his shoulder blades. " 's alright, 'm not a child." a hushed whisper rang out, rough and raspy. Carlos hummed out a response as the two of them shifted on their respective sleeping spots.

<-//->

The curtain filtered out the sunlight as Lando opened his eyes with a groan. In between all the shuffling and moving, he had somehow grabbed the helmet on the pillow beside him and had hugged it. His arms ached from the posture. Lando stretched his hands as his fingers cracked. He ran his tongue over the cracked and healing skin on his lips. His fingers cleaned from blood, as if nothing ever happened yesterday. The weather has been changing recently, from heavy rains to blistering hot light.

The gust of wind rustles the trees as Lando could only stare at the curtains. With Carlos gone, he felt like a puppet without a puppeteer. He had no reason to get up anymore, not like he ever wanted to. He felt like there was something missing. Lando wasn't supposed to be this quiet, no energy character. He wasn't who he is. His limbs felt numb, paralytic maybe. All of a sudden, tears welled up in his eyes as his hands, out of habit, curled into fists as his nails cracked. The pain numb to him as all he felt was a constant sting and nothing more. It didn't bring the relief it used to, but now more of a habit than a search for relief. His throat parched, but the reach for the glass next to him was just too far, too much energy.

Tears kept dropping like the leaves on trees in autumn. It covered the entire span of his cheeks, his nose, his mouth, almost everywhere. The saltiness of his tears brought little to none clarity to him. Lando heaved, but nothing came out. The back of his throat hurt as if someone had been clawing at it to escape. Maybe it was his heart. A cold wind entered the apartment before escaping once more. Lando knew his phone was blowing up with countless messages, he still had a thousand from Sunday. What was the point of answering his phone, if all it does it to just bring another wave of his mind's quicksand crashing into him?

The blood under his fingernails turned into a dark brown, a contrast to the newly formed blood on his palm and fingers. Lando had been scratching at himself, hoping to tear out the skin and the part where this would all disappear, where it was a big bad dream. The ring an uncomfortable cold to his face, but he didn't dare take it off. He would wear it forever. As Lando recovered from the trembling sobs, he took a closer look at the empty spot beside him. It was Oscar's jacket. The jacket which held the note and ring. Lando wiped the trailing blood stains onto his jeans, making sure there wasn't anything that could stain the jacket. He quickly grabbed it and pulled it over his head, relishing in the warmth that it gave him. The weather was not that cold but maybe it was just Lando's mind tricking him.

<-//->

Lando fell asleep, cried, made constant wounds on his hands and arms, fell asleep again. It was a constant repeat of what he had done since the day Carlos had left him. He couldn't tell what day it was anymore. Days and time blurred into those of nothingness. His senses dulled, he wondered if he can still race.

Lando's arms were thinner, his hair was falling out quite often, his limb felt weaker than ever. He was sure he had eyebags under his eyes and skin taut against his bones. Maybe it had been weeks or days that had passed by. The hunger in his stomach clawed at his parched throat, demanding food. But Lando could just not move. No one to help him, he was truly all alone now. His phone on his bedside table, but he was sure it ran out of battery by now. Oscar's phone left untouched under the helmet on his right.

Lando was frustrated. He couldn't sleep anymore, but what is he supposed to do? He wanted to throw a fit like a child; throwing objects onto the ground, shutting the door loudly, scream and cry until someone came back. But he had no energy to if he even wanted to carry out with those childish actions. He could only cry as the tears burned at his skin like acid. Perhaps the tears could be angry for him instead.

Why didn't he spend more time with Oscar before? Why did he only cherish those moments when he's gone now? Why did everything go out like this? Why had their story spit into one? Was Lando not worth spending time with Oscar? Why was death so cruel? Did time not care about others? Why did Ferrari have to ruin everything? Why did they have to have a meeting with Carlos? Why did Lando go into such a state that some would think he became paralytic? Why was everything taking up so much energy now?

Lando spat at himself in his mind. He was angry, he was angry at many things. Even himself.

In a world filled with billions, Lando never felt so stranded, so alone before.

[uncanny-tranny]

What I've noticed in some spaces with regards to recovery is that there is a hegemonized idea of what "recovered" is, and part of the consensus is that a recovered person is able to minimize the things they are recovered from to such a point that others can essentially ignore it, and I think that can be a really harmful idea.

Recovery is not at all hegemonized, and there's so many ways that recovery looks like. Recovery can look like gaining weight, asserting boundaries, talking about the process of recovery, what you recovered from. It can look so many ways because recovery isn't a destination. You don't arrive at Recovery Town and become a permanent resident, you know?

I've just seen this idea that in order to be considered "recovered", you have to be able to pretend like there was never a point where you needed to recover. In my experience, people expected me to never talk about abuse if I was to claim to be in recovery. In order to be recovered, I was told, I should ignore the abuse that shaped my entire life. I should be willing to disregard huge swaths of my childhood to make others comfortable. I think that's harmful, talking about the abuse I faced is something I deserve to do in recovery.

In my opinion, recovery is the ability to be able to spiral and know that you can climb up afterwards. The ways we go about this assertion is different, but I think in general, this is what many people in recovery strive to get to. It doesn't mean that you cannot spiral, that you have to always maintain perfection. It is the assertion you are allowed to be a person. I think this is a very general idea of recovery, and that it isn't one-size-fits-all. Recovery is what you make of it, it is a process. Recovery is a journey, with bumps and pitstops and moments where you might feel lost. It isn't a destination.

[cozy-bad-auz]

Dear Armand (& others),

Every thought may work against you

Every breath may get hard to take

Vision may get blurry and deteriorate

Heart may start hurting from the pressure

Of it’s own beat increasing

The weight of the world is also

Increasing gravity tenfold

I want you to know that you are okay

Even in the times you aren’t, you really are

Dark clouds never take away from the sun

Just block our ability to see it

This is not the end

You may be losing sight of the future again

But refocus on the present

And it’ll come again

I know you’re tired i can feel it in every fiber

My mind constantly feels empty

Yet at its capacity whenever I

Try to add in new information into it’s mix

My back is constantly hurting

And has been for about a month

I never say much about the things going on

Because what would that change?

Would it make the weight lighter

Would it make my body not feel strained

With every passover of carbon & oxygen

I’m not specially different and I know that

I don’t strive to be I just want to be me

Do things I enjoy

Be around those who I love & love me for me

Not how I can make them feel

Or give them what they want whenever they want with no regard to how it makes me feel

Everyone should prioritize their own feelings

Because mine would never be something

You’d understand even if they were your own

That’s how I feel most days

Like the only contribution I can give to

Anyone and the world is myself

And when that’s not enough

I’m not afraid to say I’ve had enough

Truth be told I don’t wanna be here myself

I think I forgot that for awhile

In the process of recovery

Putting pressures on myself to be amongst

The best again

How couldn’t I? When the ones i call my friends

Are the ones i speak of when i say best

I don’t know where I’m going

And I’m losing sight of who I am

& this is where my struggle begins

I’m becoming manic and depressed

I can feel the yelling from my core again

When I started this I thought it’d be a letter

Telling myself that it’s okay and that things will pass but honestly

I don’t feel that not one bit

I feel like hopefully maybe it’ll be the end

Not knowing where I’m going

Maybe nowhere is my best destination

For finding some peace from my frustrations.

Love,

Yourself

[artdecco531]

Visa and Travel Tips for Medical Tourism in Dubai

Dubai is quickly becoming one of the world’s leading destinations for medical tourism. With its state-of-the-art healthcare facilities, internationally trained professionals, and luxury hospitality services, it’s no wonder that patients from across the globe are flocking to the emirate for treatments. If you’re planning a medical trip to Dubai, here’s everything you need to know about visas and travel tips to ensure a seamless experience.

1. Understanding the Medical Visa

Dubai offers a specific type of visa for medical tourists, known as the Medical Treatment Visa. This visa allows international patients to travel to Dubai for medical care at licensed healthcare facilities.

Types of Medical Visas:

Single-Entry Visa: Valid for 60 days and can be extended for another 60 days if required.

Multiple-Entry Visa: Ideal for patients needing ongoing treatment, allowing multiple visits within a specified period.

How to Apply:

Your healthcare provider or hospital in Dubai will sponsor your visa.

Submit required documents, including passport copies, medical reports, and a letter from the healthcare facility detailing your treatment plan.

The application is processed through the General Directorate of Residency and Foreigners Affairs (GDRFA).

2. Travel Tips for Medical Tourists

Plan Your Trip Well in Advance

Consultation and Scheduling: Coordinate with your chosen healthcare provider to schedule consultations and procedures. Ensure you have a clear treatment plan before booking flights.

Medical Records: Bring copies of your medical history, test results, and prescriptions. These are crucial for a smooth handover to your Dubai-based healthcare team.

Choose Accommodation Wisely

Many hospitals and clinics in Dubai have partnerships with nearby hotels offering medical tourist packages.

Consider proximity to your healthcare facility and services like wheelchair accessibility and in-room dining.

Arrange Travel Insurance

While Dubai provides excellent healthcare, medical travel insurance is essential to cover unexpected emergencies, including complications or additional treatments.

Prepare for Dubai’s Climate

Because Dubai is always warm, bring clothes that are breathable and light.

Ensure that your accommodation and transport are air-conditioned for maximum comfort post-treatment.

3. Navigating Dubai During Your Medical Trip

Transportation

Dubai’s public transport system includes taxis, metros, and buses. However, for added convenience, consider private transportation, especially if you require special arrangements post-treatment.

Many hospitals offer patient pickup and drop-off services.

Language and Communication

Since English is widely spoken in Dubai, most foreign patients find it easy to communicate.

Healthcare providers often have multilingual staff or translators available to assist with consultations.

Local Customs and Etiquette

Dubai is a culturally rich city, so familiarize yourself with local customs and traditions.

Dress modestly and respect local laws, especially when visiting public places.

4. Post-Treatment Care and Follow-Up

Ensure you discuss your recovery plan with your doctor before leaving Dubai.

Some healthcare providers offer virtual follow-up consultations, allowing you to stay connected with your medical team after returning home.

If extended care is required, plan for an additional stay or arrange for continued treatment in your home country.

5. Explore Dubai Safely

While your primary focus will be on medical treatment, Dubai’s attractions make it a great destination for recuperation.

Things to Do:

Relax at luxury spas or wellness centers.

See famous sites including the Dubai Fountain and the Burj Khalifa.

Enjoy leisurely shopping at the Dubai Mall or traditional souks.

Tips for Patients:

Avoid strenuous activities, especially if you’re recovering from surgery.

Consult your doctor before indulging in spa treatments or other leisure activities.

Medical Tourism Dubai framework is designed to provide international patients with world-class healthcare and a hassle-free travel experience. By securing the right visa, planning your trip carefully, and following these tips, you can focus on what truly matters—your health and recovery. With its exceptional facilities and unparalleled hospitality, Dubai is the ideal destination to combine top-notch medical care with a comfortable and rejuvenating stay.

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Specs Removal Surgery in Delhi by Top Eye Surgeon

For individuals reliant on glasses or contact lenses, the idea of clear vision without external aids is a dream come true. Specs removal surgery in Delhi offers a reliable and advanced solution for those looking to eliminate their dependence on corrective eyewear. Thanks to the availability of cutting-edge technology and skilled professionals, Delhi has become a hub for vision correction procedures, particularly LASIK.

Why Choose Specs Removal Surgery?

Specs removal surgery is a popular option for individuals with refractive errors such as myopia, hyperopia, or astigmatism. It involves reshaping the cornea using laser technology, allowing light to focus correctly on the retina for clearer vision. With advancements in medical science, this surgery is now quicker, safer, and more effective than ever before.

Opting for this procedure in Delhi has its unique advantages. The city is home to experienced professionals and state-of-the-art facilities, offering patients the assurance of high-quality care. For those in need of specialized attention, consulting an eye specialist in South Delhi ensures access to some of the best services in the region.

What to Expect from Eye LASIK Surgery

Eye LASIK surgery is one of the most sought-after methods for specs removal. The procedure is minimally invasive and typically takes less than 30 minutes to complete. Here’s what the process entails:

Pre-Surgery Evaluation: A comprehensive eye examination is conducted to determine if the patient is a suitable candidate for LASIK. This involves assessing vision stability, corneal thickness, and overall eye health.

During the Procedure: A laser is used to create a thin flap on the cornea. The underlying corneal tissue is then reshaped to correct refractive errors. The flap is repositioned to allow natural healing.

Post-Surgery Care: Patients receive specific aftercare instructions, including the use of eye drops to prevent infection and dryness. Most people notice significant vision improvement within 24 hours.

The procedure is designed to be pain-free, with only minor discomfort during the recovery phase. Many patients return to their regular activities within a day or two.

Benefits of Specs Removal Surgery

Choosing specs removal surgery in Delhi comes with numerous benefits:

Improved Vision: LASIK can correct refractive errors, providing clear vision without the need for glasses or contacts.

Quick Recovery: The minimally invasive nature of the procedure ensures a short recovery time.

Long-Lasting Results: Most patients enjoy permanent vision correction, eliminating the need for ongoing eyewear prescriptions.

Enhanced Lifestyle: Whether it’s playing sports, traveling, or simply waking up to clear vision, the procedure enhances everyday activities.

Delhi’s well-established medical infrastructure ensures that patients have access to skilled professionals, including the best eye surgeon in Delhi, for safe and effective outcomes.

Finding the Right Specialist

When considering specs removal surgery, choosing the right professional is crucial. An eye lasik surgeon in Delhi with extensive experience and access to modern technology can make all the difference in achieving optimal results.

For those in South Delhi, there are numerous reputable clinics known for their personalized care and advanced facilities. Consulting an eye specialist in South Delhi ensures that you receive a tailored approach to your vision correction needs. These specialists prioritize patient safety and satisfaction, offering comprehensive evaluations and clear guidance throughout the process.

Delhi’s reputation as a leading destination for specs removal surgery stems from its combination of world-class facilities, experienced specialists, and affordable pricing. Patients from across India and abroad often choose Delhi for procedures like LASIK because of the city’s commitment to quality healthcare.

Whether you’re looking for the best eye surgeon in Delhi or seeking advice from an eye lasik surgeon in Delhi, the city offers a wealth of options. Clinics in South Delhi, in particular, are known for their cutting-edge technology and patient-centered care, making them a top choice for vision correction.

Preparing for Your Surgery

Before undergoing specs removal surgery, it’s important to prepare appropriately. Avoid wearing contact lenses for a few days leading up to the surgery, as they can affect the shape of your cornea. Follow your specialist’s advice closely to ensure the best possible outcome.

After the procedure, adhere to the post-operative care instructions, including avoiding strenuous activities and protecting your eyes from bright lights or dust. Regular follow-ups with your specialist will help monitor your recovery and ensure lasting results.

Conclusion

Specs removal surgery in Delhi has transformed the lives of countless individuals by offering them the freedom of clear vision without glasses or contact lenses. With skilled professionals, modern technology, and accessible facilities, the city is an excellent choice for vision correction procedures like LASIK.

If you’re ready to take the next step toward a specs-free life, consult an eye specialist in South Delhi or explore options with the best eye surgeon in Delhi. Clear vision is within your reach, and Delhi offers the expertise and resources to make it a reality.

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Best Aesthetic Clinic Dubai: Your Destination for Advanced Fat Dissolving Injections and Other Cosme

Dubai has served as the home to some of the most advanced aesthetic clinics in the world. These clinics have garnered favourable attention from not just residents but also visitors and tourists for their cutting-edge treatments to enhance natural beauty and boost your confidence.

With many clinics present in the region, it is crucial to consider important parameters while picking the best aesthetic clinic in Dubai.

Why Dubai’s Top Aesthetic Clinics Stand Out?

It is not just cosmetic procedures that Dubai’s aesthetic clinics offer. These clinics are led by some of the leading aestheticians and medical professionals and are equipped with the state-of-the-art technology to offer tailored treatment choices to clients and patients.

What can you expect from the best aesthetic clinic in Dubai? 

Qualified and Experienced Practitioners

Dubai’s cosmetic procedure industry consists of some of the best people in the business. The clinics feature experienced and licensed professionals, trained in the latest techniques for treatments like fat-dissolving injections in Dubai. With their high-end expertise, clients can be sure of precision and safe procedures and guaranteed results with minimal risks and maximised benefits.

High-Quality Products and Advanced Techniques

The best aesthetic clinic in Dubai uses FDA-approved methods and high-quality ingredients for different cosmetic procedures. This ensures the safety and efficacy of the treatment. The best clinics ensure that they use the most premium products, especially injections and other products that need to interact with the body.

Personalised Treatment Plans

The best aesthetic clinics in Dubai are popular because they do not offer cookie-cutter treatment plans and options. They have a flexible approach, first focusing on the specific and unique needs of each individual. That’s because every individual differs in their body type and aesthetic goals. Thus, you will be offered tailored or personalised treatment plans that are aligned with your medical history, needs, and preferences. That is why the desired outcomes can be achieved without much difficulty.

Comprehensive Aftercare

Dubai’s clinics deliver the highest standards of services and post-treatment care plans. They ensure that the relationship with the patient is not just restricted to the treatment phase. They assess your peculiar needs before the treatment and after the procedure, they help individuals in a smooth recovery process.

Understanding Fat Dissolving Injections in Dubai

Fat-dissolving injections are one of the most effective ways of reducing stubborn fat from targeted areas. It is a convenient option too as it is minimally invasive.

The injections produce excellent results as the treatment involves injecting specialised compounds like deoxycholic acid into localised fat pockets, just below the skin. The compounds help break down the fat cells, which are then used in the normal metabolism activities of the body.

Fat-dissolving injections in Dubair offer phenomenal results when administered on the upper arms, chin, jawline, inner and outer thighs, abdomen, and flanks. The reason behind the rising popularity of the injections is that they initiate a natural reaction in the body, helping achieve a more contoured and defined look.

Choosing the Best Aesthetic Clinic in Dubai

Consider key factors like the reputation of the clinic, client satisfaction levels, presence of expert practitioners and their success ratios when choosing the clinic. You need to read reviews, understand their consultation process, and check the credentials of the health professionals.

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Hair Transplant Cost in India and Best Hair Transplant Clinic in India: A Comprehensive Guide to QHT Clinic

Hair loss can be a distressing experience, impacting not just your appearance but your confidence as well. Thankfully, modern advancements in cosmetic surgery, particularly hair transplants, offer a reliable solution to combat baldness and thinning hair. India has become a global destination for affordable and high-quality hair transplants, drawing patients from all corners of the world. Among the best hair transplant clinics in India, QHT Clinic stands out for its innovative techniques, experienced surgeons, and exceptional results. In this guide, we will explore the hair transplant cost in India and why QHT Clinic is widely recognized as the best hair transplant clinic in India.

Understanding Hair Transplantation

Before diving into the specifics of costs and clinics, it’s essential to understand what a hair transplant entails. The two primary techniques used in hair transplantation are:

Follicular Unit Transplantation (FUT): Involves removing a strip of scalp, from which hair follicles are extracted and transplanted into the balding areas.

Follicular Unit Extraction (FUE): Individual hair follicles are extracted directly from the scalp and transplanted to the recipient areas. FUE is minimally invasive, leaves no linear scar, and has a shorter recovery time.

At QHT Clinic, both FUT and FUE are offered, with FUE being the more popular choice due to its advanced technique and natural results.

Hair Transplant Cost in India

One of the biggest reasons India has become a preferred destination for hair transplant surgery is the affordable cost of hair transplants in India compared to countries like the U.S., U.K., and Australia. Despite the low cost, Indian clinics provide world-class services and results, thanks to skilled surgeons and advanced technologies.

On average, the hair transplant cost in India can range from ₹30,000 to ₹1,50,000 (approximately $400 to $2,000), depending on several factors:

Number of grafts: The more grafts required, the higher the cost.

Technique used: FUE tends to be more expensive than FUT due to the intricate extraction process.

Clinic location: Clinics in metropolitan cities may charge more than those in smaller towns.

Surgeon’s experience: Highly experienced surgeons may charge a premium for their expertise.

At QHT Clinic, the hair transplant cost in India is competitive, offering excellent value for money without compromising on the quality of care or results. The clinic provides personalized quotes based on the patient’s unique needs and graft requirements.

Factors That Affect Hair Transplant Costs at QHT Clinic

QHT Clinic, renowned for its cutting-edge technology and experienced team, ensures that every patient receives the best care and results possible. Several factors influence the hair transplant cost at QHT Clinic:

Type of Procedure: FUE is generally more expensive than FUT because of the time and precision required for each follicular extraction. However, QHT Clinic’s specialized equipment and skilled team ensure minimal discomfort and quicker recovery, making it worth the investment.

Number of Grafts: The number of grafts a patient needs directly impacts the cost. For smaller bald patches, fewer grafts are required, leading to lower costs. However, if you need a full hairline restoration or more extensive coverage, the cost will increase due to the number of grafts involved.

Surgeon’s Expertise: QHT Clinic is home to some of the best hair transplant surgeons in India. The experience and precision of the surgeons play a significant role in the success of the procedure and may influence the cost.

Post-Operative Care: QHT Clinic provides comprehensive post-operative care, ensuring that patients have access to follow-up consultations and medications to support recovery and enhance the success rate of the transplant. These services may be included in the package, depending on the clinic’s policies.

Why QHT Clinic is the Best Hair Transplant Clinic in India

India is home to many renowned hair transplant clinics, but QHT Clinic consistently ranks as one of the best hair transplant clinic in India for several reasons:

Expertise in Hair Restoration: QHT Clinic specializes in hair restoration procedures, offering both FUE and FUT techniques. The surgeons at the clinic have decades of experience and have performed thousands of successful hair transplants.

State-of-the-Art Technology: QHT Clinic uses advanced technology and tools that ensure precise follicle extraction and implantation. This results in natural-looking hairlines and dense coverage, which is a significant factor in why it’s considered the best hair transplant clinic in India.

Personalized Care: One of the standout features of QHT Clinic is the personalized care each patient receives. The doctors take the time to understand the patient’s goals, assess their hair loss pattern, and suggest a treatment plan that delivers the best possible results.

Affordable Costs Without Compromising Quality: While some clinics may charge exorbitant rates, QHT Clinic believes in making hair transplants accessible to everyone. The hair transplant cost in India at QHT Clinic is affordable, especially considering the high standards of care, experienced surgeons, and cutting-edge technology used in the procedures.

High Success Rates: Patients at QHT Clinic report high success rates with their hair transplants. This is due to the clinic’s meticulous approach to hairline design, graft placement, and aftercare, ensuring that the transplanted hair grows naturally and blends seamlessly with the patient’s existing hair.

Patient Testimonials and Reviews: QHT Clinic has a strong reputation built on positive patient reviews and testimonials. Many patients, both from India and abroad, have shared their success stories, highlighting the clinic’s expertise and results-driven approach. The clinic’s dedication to patient satisfaction further solidifies its position as the best hair transplant clinic in India.

Benefits of Choosing QHT Clinic for Your Hair Transplant

Natural Results: With meticulous graft placement and an eye for detail, QHT Clinic ensures that your hair transplant looks natural and blends perfectly with your existing hair.

No Visible Scars: The FUE technique, offered at QHT Clinic, is a scar-free procedure that leaves no visible traces of surgery.

Quick Recovery Time: Thanks to minimally invasive techniques, patients can return to their regular activities within a few days.

Long-Lasting Results: The hair transplanted at QHT Clinic is permanent, providing patients with a long-term solution to hair loss.

Conclusion

When considering a hair transplant, it’s essential to choose a clinic that prioritizes quality, patient care, and affordability. QHT Clinic ticks all the boxes, offering world-class hair transplant services at competitive prices. The hair transplant cost in India is significantly lower than in other countries, and QHT Clinic’s reputation as the best hair transplant clinic in India ensures that patients receive top-notch care and exceptional results. Whether you're looking to restore your hairline or combat extensive hair loss, QHT Clinic is your go-to destination for a successful hair transplant journey.

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Best Dentists in Indore for Wisdom Tooth Extraction

Most likely, they are wisdom teeth or third molars, which usually end up inflicting discomfort and complications on individuals when they do not grow properly or do not have ample space within the oral cavity.

If hunting for the best dentist in Indore for wisdom tooth extraction, Orthosquare Multispecialty Dental Chain is one of the best care providers to give you professional and gentle attention to cater your needs.

What is Wisdom Tooth Extraction?

Wisdom tooth extraction involves surgical removal of one or more problematic third molars. Usually, this becomes an absolute necessity on the emergence of pain, infection, or any form of misalignment across these teeth.

When are Wisdom Teeth Extractions Necessary?

1.Impacted Wisdom Teeth

These are teeth that have become trapped in the jawbone or gums, with symptoms of pain and swelling.

2. Overcrowding

There happens to be no space inside the dental arch, which results in misalignment of the nearby teeth.

3. Tooth Decay or Infection

Due to difficulty in cleaning, such teeth are most likely to develop cavities and infections.

4. Damage to Neighboring Teeth

Emerging of wisdom teeth could be because they drive up the pressure damaging neighboring teeth.

Advantages Derived from Wisdom Tooth Extraction

1. Relief from Pain

Pain Relief brought about from impaction or displaced wisdom teeth.

2. Oral Health Improvement

Decrease possibility of infections and decay of near teeth.

3. Prevention of Future Complications

Avoid cysts, damage to other teeth, and problems in jawbone.

4. Increased Dental Alignment

Shifting or overcrowding of present teeth is avoided.

What Makes Orthosquare Multispecialty Dental Chain the Best?

Orthosquare is the top place where you can find the best dentist in Indore for wisdom tooth extraction. Orthosquare offers:

1. Expert Dentists

They have several years of experience in oral surgery.

2. Advanced Technology

We use up-to-date technologies such as digital imaging for accurate diagnosis and treatment.

3. Painless Procedures

Local anesthesia and sedation techniques maximize comfort during the procedure.

4. Comprehensive Aftercare

We ensure that post extraction is handled so well for easy recovery.

5. Affordable Services

High-quality services rendered at competitive prices.

The Wisdom Tooth Extraction Procedure

1.Consultation

Examination and initial X-rays are to assess the position and condition of wisdom teeth.

2. Treatment Planning

Individualized plan addressing specific needs of the patient.

3. Extraction Procedure

To be performed either with local or general anesthesia for pain-free experience during such procedure.

4. Post-Operative Care

Information on how to manage pain, swelling, and diet during recovery.

FAQs

1. Is extraction of wisdom tooth painful? Ans. Yes, its performed under local anesthesia and sedation, making it virtually painless.

2. How long does recovery take? Ans. Most patients are under recovery from 1 to 2 weeks.

3. What happens If I don't remove my problematic wisdom teeth? Ans. Untreated wisdom teeth may result in infections and misalignments, as well as damage to the neighbor teeth.

4. Are there any dietary restrictions after the procedure? Ans. Yes, for the first few days, you will need soft food like soup and yogurt.

5. What should I expect during the healing process? Ans. There should be some swelling and mild pain, which you can control with the prescribed medication and cold compresses.

Conclusion

Extraction of wisdom teeth becomes an important part of oral hygiene and future complications. At Orthosquare Multispecialty Dental Chain, we offer the best patient-centric techniques and advanced modalities for quality care.

Orthosquare is your one-stop Indore destination for wisdom tooth extraction in this hurry. Give Us a Call And Schedule Your Consultation.