#cw mental health mention

[pokeglitchden]

So I wanted to introduce you all to someone.

This is Jellybean.

I guess... it's kind of a long story how we got here, but I'll summarize.

I have been, both publicly and privately, been having some mental health complications. These began about a year ago after the whole Mystery Zone thing...

And as I'd kind of expected... being dragged to Ultra Space and back made it worse. Much worse.

So to spare you the grim details @ladyzee-oddityhunter and @roseberryboo took it upon themselves to provide me with a service pokemon.

This is Jellybean. She's trained to help with derealization episodes and to aid in keeping me grounded. As you can see she is part Natu, but mostly Swablu.

I cannot express my gratitude to Zee and Rose enough. Thank you two for all you do. And I promise I will continue, myself, working on remaining present. And I'm sure Jellybean will be helping me get back on track.

-Simon

(Credit to @ladyzee-oddityhunter for the art!!)

[fictional-other]

hey guys, im not even really sure if anyone cares much about this blog (?) anymore but i just wanted to let you guys know, unless it was fairly obvious due to the severe inactivity, that im letting this account go.

it has been a really good run, however since i’ve started being inactive ive been struggling really badly with my mental health for a few months (tbh over a year if i’m being honest) , which has now been manifesting as physical illness, and because of it, i don’t have much motivation to continue any hobbies including the (very small amount) writing ive done for this account, or any of the interests that motivated me to post on here.

im forever grateful to everyone that interacted with me on here, that would repost, like (?) or comment n such, even though i still get notifications i feel as though it isn’t fair to keep this blog up for much longer. i was never too big on using this app on the daily but in all reality ive always preferred other apps or rather my own company.

i’ve grown a lot since starting this, but i will always appreciate the time the people of this community took to show me kindness. wishing you guys the best always.

thank you.

- cel

[dragonkidalumnus-art]

So I recently took a, um, grippy-sock vacation, and I drew a lot while I was there. These are some of my favorites, finally scanned in! A collection of monsters and a self-portrait- or, at least, how I WISH I looked.

[awbarnes-no]

gonna start heading to try and get some sleep, we'll see what happens. got some drafts put into the queue, but i wanna fill it up a little more before i let it run again. might be running on a queue until i get out of this seasonal depression . . . just so i don't get overwhelmed. love to all of you and we will hopefully be back in the morning.

[schattenhonig]

That's a thing for other mental issues as well. Having grown up quite isolated, I never realised I was dissociated most of the time. And the amount of times I heard something in group therapy and went "Oooooh, that's not how the majority does/feels?" is still rapidly increasing.

Same goes for medical issues if you've been gaslit into thinking it's not that bad. To this day I struggle with deciding what I tell my doctors because most things seem so trivial to me, and there are so many things, and I'm probably just exaggerating things.

I feel like I would have been diagnosed with OCD a lot earlier if the vast majority of screening questions (for mental illnesses in general) weren't based on the person's perception of their own behavior, in isolation. and what i mean by that is asking someone with OCD "do you wash your hands excessively?" is not a good question.

a person with OCD believes they are washing their hands the correct number of times. it's not excessive. we believe we're exhibiting best practices and helping to keep everything clean.

better questions might be, "does it seem like you wash your hands a lot more than your friends or family?" "do you get dry patches or cuts on your hands from washing your hands?" "do you find it deeply distressing, more so than how you've seen other people react, when you get something on your hands that you can't clean off right away?"

being asked "are you overly preoccupied with bugs, symmetry, and contamination?" also got "no" responses from me years ago in my life. what they didn't ask for, and didn't know, was what *exactly* I was doing in my day to day life that genuinely ate up my time and mental space to a concerning degree, but I *didn't know* that other people don't do this.

"do you spend a lot of time cleaning?" -> no, it's not a lot. it's a good amount. why?

"do you become frustrated because it seems like no one else meets your organizational and cleanliness standards - do you often 'take over' for other people because they can't do it right - do new friends seem surprised by how strict you can be about your living space?" -> oh. yeah. yeah I get it now.

[one-hell-of-a-showtime]

got it! very seriously, random media should never ever be distressing you like that. or frankly distressing you period, unless the content itself is fucked up and meant to cause a reaction. i would blacklist the tags and talk to your therapist about it ❤️. can figure out what's going on there and give you strategies to handle it–because again, that's very much Not A Normal Reaction.

Yeah, I probably should, and, I mean, technically I have a reason to be reacting to it, it’s just like. Not a normal reason and doesn’t really make sense? But hey, that’s anxiety for ya. I just avoid them when I need to. I think the song one is because I learned it was about bad stuff in like. The 60’s. And I didn’t like that, I guess, so my brain went Nope. Idk and I might blacklist the tags but it doesn’t really matter that much. I can talk about the song at least, just can’t listen to it lol.

Thanks for the concern tho! And happy to answer the question.

[psychotic-tbh]

Stop saying…

“Psychotic/Schizophrenic” when you mean: unpredictable, unhinged, unreal, etc.

“Bipolar” when you mean: polarized, scattered, fickle, unstable, etc.

“Delusional” when you mean: unrealistic, unreasonable, close-minded, stubborn, etc.

“[insert “R” slur in relation to intellectual disabilities]” when you mean: unreasonable, unintelligent/ridiculous, immature, etc.

“OCD” when you mean: particular, neat, overbearing, etc.

“Narcissistic” when you mean selfish, abusive, manipulative, etc.

Note: I’m NOT saying that these are synonymous. This is also not an exhaustive list.

[incognitopolls]

We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.

[catullansparrowlet]

The walls are a strange off-white and the floor has a sickeningly green-brown colour. There’s no place you’d rather not be and in the echoes of your faltering footsteps in the seemingly endless corridor you hear soft whispers that you don’t belong here, that you should turn and run while it’s still possible. You don’t run, however, and opt to clutch the handle of your too-big black suitcase a little harder instead. The person who walks a little in front of you suddenly stops, and opens a blue door, to reveal a pastel green room, furnished with light-wooden colours. They stop talking- and you just realise they must’ve been talking to you all the way here. There’s a question hanging in the air and even though every fibre of your being screams it’s wrong, that you don’t belong here, you nod and thus admit yourself to a psychiatric ward.

You’ve been here long enough to realise you’re lost, but not long enough to know how to get out of this maze of greens, browns and yellows. As you’re turning around for the umptieth time, trying to spot a way out of this small clearing, the wind that blows through multicoloured  leaves whispers that you don’t belong and you shiver as brown, misshapen leaves rain down upon you. You know you’re not supposed to be here, but where are you supposed to be?  You whirl around and, upon glimpsing the path that brought you here, you set out in that direction. How lost can one really be when there are only so many possible paths one can take?

The room you meet the doctor in is grey, so is the man himself and so are his questions, undefinable, seemingly absorbed by the very greyness that dwells in the room. Your words are swallowed by the grey curtains, who answer the doctor with answers of their own and you start to feel lost in the hungry greyness that swallows you whole. Grey is ubiquitous, you realise with a start, and the thought calms you down. Everything is grey and in grey you belong. That fragile peace of mind is shattered however when you hear the cushions of the seats whisper that you don’t belong, not here.

Making everything white was a horrible idea on the designer’s part, you think, as you fascinatedly watch a red stain form and grow on what was previously a white surface. You smack your hand in the middle of the red puddle and watch red droplets soil even more of the white surface and you find it delights you, so you repeat the motion, not unlike a toddler that has discovered the fun of ruining perfect things. More and more white gives way to different shades of red, until blue makes it stop. Confused, you sit back and ponder over the change. Red you know and are familiar with, as if it were an old lover of yours, and grey, in all its unfathomable haziness, holds no more secrets for you anymore either, but blue? Blue’s an old enemy you haven’t faced in years, one you’ve chosen to ignore- and it has decided to return. You protest, it doesn’t belong here!  And then realisation kicks in.

Neither of you belong- and that makes you belong.

[grendel-menz]

I'll keep writing about life until life stays in me

[stargirlanthem]

every day, i feel less and less real ✶⋆.˚

[swollenbabyfat]

Quiet now children

[the-forestry-system]

you're immune from ALL reblog bait now

[reasonsforhope]

I can't take the state of the world anymore, every day things constantly get worse and there's literally nothing we can do. Every time things get better they're immediately undone by forces more powerful than us. I just want things to go back to the way they were before when it felt like there was hope, now it feels like humanity is doomed and will never, ever get better. I just want to die so I can finally know peace from this evil.

Hey. I'm really, really sorry you're having such a hard time. That sounds like an incredibly painful headspace to be in.

Please find someone you can talk to and who can help you - whether that's a peer counselor or a good friend or a trained mental health professional. Especially a trained mental health professional, if you can. You can find a really thorough list of crisis hotlines listed by country here.

Also, I realllllly recommend getting off any websites or social media that are contributing to you feeling like this, or at least block all the people/tags posting things that are making you feel like this. Negativity bias is real - the news/internet doesn't accurately reflect the world and neither does the way your brain perceives it

In the meantime, a few quick words/facts of comfort. I hope they can give you at least some reassurance or solace.

We literally have more reason to hope we can solve climate change than ever before x

Starting about six months ago, major international energy reports have come out for the first time showing that we have a visible, concrete path to staying under 1.5 degrees celsius x

Twenty, even ten years ago, scientists talked about whether we could possibly manage to limit global warming to 4 or 5 degrees Celsius. Now, those numbers aren't even on the map - we're talking 1.5 or 2 degrees Celsius. We've cut expected warming in half in under a decade x

Renewable energy is growing so exponentially it's now "unstoppable" x

Two hundred years ago, in 1800, there wasn't a single "liberal democracy" - a democracy that gives all citizens the right to vote - on the planet. Just over one hundred years ago, in 1900, there were five of them. Today, roughly half the countries (aka roughly 100) on the planet fall into this category. International politics is so often two steps forward, one step back, but this is actually an astonishing pace of progress in the grand scheme of things x

For all of human history, until just over 200 years ago, roughly half of all children died. Across times, across cultures. Half of all children died by the age of 15. Half of them. Today, globally, that same child mortality rate is only 4%. We did that. We changed what was previously an eternal, inescapable, and horrific condition of human existence, and we are going to keep making that rate go down x

Two steps forward, one step back, is still moving forward. There are so, so, so many reasons that we are not already doomed. There are so many reasons to think the future is going to be bright

To anyone struggling with thoughts like this: please, please give yourself the chance to see it

[dumbbitchdisaster]

I hate living in extremes

Its either starving or binging

Its either full recovery or full relapse

I can’t go in between, it feels like failing if I do

[distant-velleity]

—looking backwards

a little sketch about why yuhua was sent to twisted wonderland

(WARNING: references to suicide and self-harm)

“I see… I’ve always been a hopeless child.”

when yuhua first arrives in twisted wonderland, he doesn’t realize he’s lost a few months’ worth of memories— he slowly regains them over the course of the main story, memories of failure and steady mental decline.

it isn’t until a little bit after book 7 that it finally hits him: he committed suicide, and that’s why he ended up in twisted wonderland.

he has a history of suicidal thoughts and abandoned suicide attempts, but just when he thought he was getting better for sure— he tipped back over the edge and, for lack of a better word, gave up on living.

…he doesn’t take this realization very well.

~

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