#dear recovery

[raziraphale]

Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are Dead (Neptune Theatre, 2024)

[leveloneandup]

[james-p-sullivan]

[uncanny-tranny]

Weight gain as a form of recovery, I LOVE YOUUUU ✨️💐🙇‍♂️

[complicatedconstellation-blog]

[an4fool]

i can’t do ts anymore. i don’t want to recover from my ed, but my parents are forcing me and monitoring what i eat. i have no control over it either or else im back in the hospital. ways to lose weight while im in forced recovery? i literally can’t do this anymore. i keep looking back at my lowest weight n sob because i want to be at my lowest weight again. PLEASE HELP ME OUT!!

SOMONE HELP!!

[marine-johannes]

[desi-girll]

TW: don't read if you don't want to know about self harm, but again, this is a positive post because it's about recovery, so nothing very explicit... but again, please don't read if you might get triggered <3

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Dear diary 🧸,

so, today is a big day for me. and when i say big, i mean it in a really really proud way.

because

today, 17th September 2024, marks one year of me being clean from self harm ♡

and i feel like the credit for this one goes entirely to me. last year and before that, my mental health was a shitshow. i was in a toxic friend group, very very insecure of my body, and thought that maybe I'm doomed to be be "ugly" girl. then, of course, the pressure of being a 11th grade science student. i'm sure most of the ones who have been, can relate? parents not understanding, marks not upto our expectations, exams, assignments and what not. so much pressure. but maybe it was just me who couldn't deal with the pressure and got more addicted to something I'd already been doing for 2 years prior to that.

on september 17th, 2023, getting a 4 out of 30 in physics? let's cut again, in the bathroom. believe me, i was addicted to the feel of the sharp compass needle against my skin. to this day, although healed, i still regret the feel of the scars on my thighs. i wish i hadn't ruined God's gift like that. i really do. but maybe it'll go away with time.

so, anyways, on that day suddenly i decided i don't wanna be like this anymore. i wanna heal myself and my relationship with my body. so i just kinda stopped. and trust me, it wasn't easy. so many times, i just randomly started thinking about how good it used to feel, sometimes my emotions were so strong that it was really hard to not start again but now i know how to restrain myself. i know a little bit of self control.

moreover, what really helped in boosting my self esteem was working out. i never that the solution to a positive body image for me maybe to move around and yknow, exercise a lil. and now, what motivates me the most is when i hear compliments from the same people who used to pass comments about my body before. i actually love my body now, or am trying my best to, because unlike one year prior, i'm really fucking fit and healthy now <3

so yes, that's the story and i hope this 1 year can progress to 2, then 3, then 4 and then slowly be a thing i struggled with, in my teenage years but then taught myself a way out of it.

for those of yall out there, struggling with any kind of self destructive behavior, be safe please. i promise you, there are so many ways to heal and recovery is one hundred percent possible ♡

love,

me

[moonshynecybin]

Where are those pictures from, ais there more, I need more.

What do you mean the SPORTING DIRECTOR of a motogp team was calling one of their own friendless😭😭😭

pre season portimao testing in late january where all the ducati ducklings + celestino and luca + VALENTINO on a YAMAHA shared track time on some superbikes. marc and alex were exiled to a garage with enea as vr46 NONBELIEVERS and all the other italians were rocking together being besties and filming content in their boxes it was so funny. and as far as i know the last time rosquez were out on track together !

[perfecttragedyflower]

Baseline of emotions seems to be level 3 guilty constantly trying to consume me and be a level 5

[dear-fictionkin]

Dear followers of dear-fictionkin,

Mod Stardust here, brushing the spider webs and dust off our little post office. Crazy that it's been... A year and a half (???) since the last letter was posted.

I know this seems like a rinse and repeat for this blog, but I will be working on getting through our current stockpile of letters (63 at the time of writing this!) and get them in the queue. I'll be adding a "postage date" since some of them are VERY old at this point. Very sorry to those waiting all this time for your letters to be sent, and thank you for your patience! 😅

From there, in this new year, we will do our best to keep up with the incoming messages! 💖

✨Mod Stardust✨

[toxooz]

SURGERY WENT WELL apparently my appendix did rupture overnight so its hella good I got it checked out when I did😬 I just feel a lil bloated and like I got shanked but that's better than before🤘

[marc--chilton]

(mgv) cuddy had worried that house's instincts wouldn't flare well when he had his pup considering his traumas and lack of therapy for them. she hoped for the best, obviously, but she took the more, in her opinion, 'realistic' stance of house falling short emotionally opposed to wilson's (in her opinion, biased) take that house would have the closest thing he can manage to a lovely time.

it wasn't a lovely time, but he did prove cuddy wrong (wilson and cuddy bet on it. they're not proud of it but wilson's too smug for knowing house so well and winning to feel too guilty). if anything, house was too in-his-instincts seeing as he nearly started biting staff who reached for the pup on his chest because once that baby was in his arms, in the makeshift hospital nest, solid and tangible, everyone outside of the nest became a threat -- it took wilson stepping in as a middleman to get house to let her go so she could be cleaned, weighed, etc, and only after house growled at him that he'd "want her back".

any time after that when house held her, he purred nonstop except for when his few visitors asked to hold her, at which he would fuss. wash your hands. i don't care if you did it before you came in, do it again where i can see you. hold your arms out, if i see a single tremble, you're bust. wilson was the only one to only get a few grumbles instead of a Pre-Newborn Holding Routine, "seeing as [he] helped make her"

[pyrepostings]

Free Birds and Fiddlers: Dragon AU

Cw: collars, conditioned whumpee, magical brands.

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Kevin paced the floor of his bedroom, tugging at his long, currently unbraided red hair, Julian sitting calmly on the edge of the bed, watching him.

"You know, if it truly still distresses you to be without the collar, you can just wear it to the meeting tomorrow."

"They already think I'm a spy, brainwashed. If I can't go one meeting without it- I can't wear it, but I have to."

"They already know you are having a tough time readjusting. It is half the reason they are visiting. I can ask them beforehand to not bring it up during the meeting?"

"But they'll still be thinking it. I won't be able to argue back. No, if they've something to say, they should say it."

The silence stretched for a moment as he continued pacing.

"You could wear the leather one?"

The leather one, tanned cowskin braided into a necklace of celtic design. Instead of the smooth, shiny, gold and emerald engraved with a master's claim, the leather circlet was simple, soft and pliable, crafted for the express purpose of not being that gold one. The only symbols were on the inside: his own name, and a calming spell etched along the right side, resting over the artery when worn.

The spell was simple, and a weak one given that it was burned into dead skin rather than that of the living. And it needed to be activated, and humans rarely could activate spells like that to their fullest potential. It might as well have been placebo. Do placebos even work when you know them to be what they are?

Placebo spell or not, the leather collar has helped. Perhaps ironically, knowing it couldn't force him to feel anything helped calm his anxiety at disobeying orders. And it definitely helped to feel something around his neck. And importantly here, it was not something he was ever forced to wear. It could be explained as a show of defiance to his deceased master, not a reluctance to disobey. It was made to honor his own culture, not the dragon lord's.

He stopped pacing. "I could wear the leather one."

Kevin pulled it out from the bedside table and sat next to Julian on the bed. He wrapped it around his wrist, spell side out over the pulse point in his wrist, and traced it, activating the spell. He felt the magic flow from him, wrap around the cord, and flow back in, slower, steadier. A near infinite loop when done right.

"Do you feel better?"

Kevin nodded, "Yeah. I'll wear this one tomorrow."

Julian smiled softly as he brushed a strand of hair out of Kevin's face. "Good. Do you know how you want your hair done? I can braid it straight down for you, like how the cooks have."

"I'd like that."

[worthless-misery]

Dear diary...

I'm feeling like... Recovery might be possible for me...? But maybe my mind is just deceiving...

I don't know why I felt this for a moment. I really doubt it, but I had a... Small glimpse of hope last night, somehow? But I don't even know if I want to try anything, only to then end up failing again and feeling worse than before.

Recovery scares me. Everything in general fucking scares me so much...

[complicatedconstellation-blog]