#depression Conferences

[pshychiatrysummit]

Mental health encompasses our emotional, psychological, and social well-being. It influences how we think, feel, and act, affecting our daily life, relationships, and decision-making. Good mental health allows individuals to handle stress, work productively, and make meaningful contributions to their communities. However, factors like life experiences, trauma, and biological influences can impact mental well-being, potentially leading to conditions such as anxiety, depression, and other mental health disorders. Recognizing the importance of mental health is essential, as it is as crucial as physical health in maintaining a balanced and fulfilling life.

[tinseltownie]

33 16 44 interviews and they’re all sounding like a typical Lando self deprecating therapy session. Meanwhile Lando is cutely getting his ring measured and spilling to Pierre about his not gf asking for a dog and Kimi Antonelli is saying he’s fulfilled his childhood dream while he’s still in the MIDDLE of said childhood with Toto clutching him like a wayward 9 yr old in the garage and also it’s Carlos’s birthday tomo. And oh. Oscar’s naming rubber ducks Skippy and MAMA freaking Skippy this sport is so freaking unserious

[doghartzy]

thinkin about the deweys . as always

[thecluelessdoctor]

I'm back

[97-liners]

seungcheol x gn reader

words: 1k

tags: comfort (with no hurt), modern working adult au 😔, feelings for each other but they’re not together

soundtrack: 7pm - bss feat peder elias

[7:03 PM]

You: hey where are you?

[7:09 PM]

Seungcheol: on the subway, just heading home

Seungcheol: why?

You: ah, nvm

You: i wanna leave work soon and i just wanted some company

You: we can catch up some other time :)

Seungcheol: no i’m coming

[7:10 PM]

Seungcheol: i’ll just hop on the inbound train at the next station

Seungcheol: be there in 10. I’ll meet you in your office

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The gopchang restaurant that Seungcheol takes you to smells like grease and smoke. It’s August and the air in Seoul is unbearably hot and muggy as ever, even at night. A thin film of condensation creeps at the edges of the glass windows looking out into the street and the inky black expanse of the Hangang, but you’re tucked safely in the small corner booth.

Seungcheol is sweating. Cheeks pink and forehead glistening, he commandeers the grill, tongs in one hand and scissors in the other. His white button down hangs limply off his broad shoulders and the sleeves are roughly rolled up to avoid oil splatters. You sit and watch, listless, with your cheeks in your hands, propped up with your elbows against the table.

“Here,” he takes a small piece of meat off the grill and puts it on your plate. It’s slightly burnt, but it’s just the way you like it.

“Thanks, Cheollie,” you mumble. Taking one hand off your cheeks, you pick up your chopsticks and push the meat around for a second before sighing and lifting it to your mouth.

“No appetite, huh?” Seungcheol is evidently satisfied with the state of the meat and begins divvying it up between your plates, clacking his tongs and dripping grease on the table in the process.

“No, I’m hungry,” you say around a mouthful of gopchang and lettuce, “I had to skip lunch today.”

Seungcheol pauses and frowns at you.

“I know.” You chew miserably. “But my lunch time got scheduled over and I couldn’t miss the meeting. The project I’m managing, the green energy building in Seodaemun, is pushing over budget and late because of the chip shortage, and the stakeholders keep changing their minds.” You close your eyes and press your face into your hands, trying to assuage the oncoming headache. “I’m so tired. I can’t sleep because I keep worrying about this project.”

“Here.”

You look up to see Seungcheol opening a bottle of beer for you. He places the frosty cold bottle next to your plate. He lifts his own beer in a silent gesture, and you can’t help but to grin at the silly expression on his face, a mix of sympathy and understanding, and you click the neck of your bottle with his. The beer is cool against your throat as it goes down, just a little bit of relief from the sweltering Seoul heat.

“I wish I could help you,” Seungcheol says as he starts to load vegetables on the grill. “I mean, just say the word and I’ll go yell at whoever is making your job hard.”

You laugh and lean against the wall next to you. “Thanks, Cheollie. I wish I had you behind me for my meetings. But enough about me, how’s your new team member?”

Seungcheol heaves a heavy sigh. “He’s not the fastest learner, but he’s a hard worker and he has good intentions. I think he’d be better suited for another role, but I’ll give him some time before talking to him about it. I think I’ll just mentor him the best I can until then.”

You smile. You can just see him in the office in his neat suit, hands interlaced atop his desk, a kindly expression on his face. “I bet you’re the best boss ever,” you tell him, idly picking at the bean sprout salad on the table. Seungcheol purses his lips, somewhat embarrassed, and shrugs.

“I try my best.”

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After your meal, Seungcheol insists on walking along the Hangang with you to work off some of the calories from the grease-heavy dinner. Here by the water, the air is somewhat cooler and fresher. Seungcheol’s thin shirt flaps in the soft breeze, his tie long forgotten, rolled up and tucked away in his pocket.

When he showed up at your office earlier to greet you and pick you up, you noticed that he was wearing a red silk tie with little burgundy stripes on it— the tie you bought him as a congratulatory graduation gift all those years ago.

“I like your haircut,” you tell him, affectionately running your hand through his freshly shorn short chestnut-colored locks. “You look cute.”

He laughs. “Cute? Don’t I look like a dad? That’s what Mingyu told me, at least.”

“No,” you shake your head, smoothing down his hair, “you look young.”

He looks like how he did when he was in university, where the two of you met. Back when you had ambitions and he had none. You with your purposeful engineering degree, and him with the business degree that his dad made him enroll in. And now, you’re not sure if he’s happy in middle management in corporate hell, but he certainly looks better than when he was a resentful, aimless student.

“Thanks,” Seungcheol flushes. His eyes are wide and his cheeks are pink.

You hold your hand gently against his head, smoothing your palm down the back of his neck, painfully affectionate, and you convince yourself that it’s the soju that’s pulling the blood to his face and not the fact that he’s been in love with you for almost a decade.

In a small moment of indulgence, you place your palm against his neck and stroke your thumb slowly under his ear. He sighs softly and leans into your touch, ever so slightly.

“Thanks for coming out with me, Seungcheol,” you whisper. The two of you are standing right in the middle of Hangang Park, surrounded by fellow pedestrians, but you keep him close, like you’re trying to encapsulate the two of you in this moment, frozen in time. “I feel a lot better,” you smile. “I really needed this.”

“No,” Seungcheol replies, “I needed this too. I always feel better after getting food and hanging out with you.” His eyes are gentle and warm, so soft, all for you.

You swallow the lump in your throat. “You’re a good friend, Seungcheol. Thank you.”

[novaknicks]

knicks don’t play for another two days what’s the point anymore

[ladyaj-13]

Everyone at work is getting ill or having family issues or whatever and obviously I don’t want any of that to happen to me but also I’m sat here and I can’t help thinking ‘they get to not work, I’m always bloody working’.

[pepprs]

hi im going to leave chicago in a few hours. i don’t want to come home

[comehereduck]

imagine nhs as jianghu’s lady whistledown

[catos-wound]

Camellia and aloe vera for the ask game!

oooh i kept changing as i grew tbh.. my mum tells me i was very quiet and stoic as a toddler,, no crying no tantrums and i rarely spoke to strangers but! as soon as i got verbal i talked her ear off (only her) i dont think i outgrew that selective yapping but ive definitely gone through periods of higher and lower sociability... yes i suppose ive changed a fair bit

hmm.. i want to experience some kind of stimulant high tbh hehehe its very strictly regulated in my country (jail and death penalty kind of laws)... who wanna feed me a pot brownie... or alternatively i want to travel alone!

[baconcolacan]

These asks are just making me sad now. Can we please have an au where stay tord and tom take down regimen tord and take in regimen tom to their universe to be cared for? Tom deserves better. He needs therapy and love and have a good ol cry about it

HAHAHAHA LITERALLY HIS ONLY SHOT AT HAPPINESS IS UNIVERSE HOPPING??? REST IN RIP Weird little AU where Regimen Tom gets adopted by...himself??? And a weird old version of Tord who gets nervous around him and acts like he's about to die of a heart attack every time they see each other. Also for some reason there's a kid, and he's funny and weird so...thats nice? (New baby brother yay?) ///Slight spoiler talk below//

Though I do doubt he'd ever agree to leave his universe, there are still people he loves left behind, even then, it would hurt to see them-but-not-them in another universe where, despite everything, things turned out as well as they could. Not to mention, people he lost along the way. Hilarson being one of them, and in this universe, they're strangers. Something about that doesn't sit well. All the other relationships "he" has doesn't sit well. Its not his, not at all.

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“MONTREAL MEN TO JOIN MASS MARCH,” Montreal Gazette. January 14, 1933. Page 17. ---- Police Here Informed Unemployed Delegation Planning to Go to Ottawa ---- Fifty delegates from the Montreal unemployed council are planning to partake in the Canada-wide "hunger march," which is scheduled to take place on Tuesday next to coincide with the Provincial Conference to be held in Ottawa, according to information obtained by the local police. Automobiles, motor trucks, and trains will be used by the delegates in order to reach the capital where it is claimed some 5,000 to 6.000 delegates from all over Canada will gather and present their demands.

 It was learned in police circles last night that Montreal police will not interfere with the delegates, and they will be allowed to leave this city in whatever manner they wish. It was also stated that a "march" will be made on the old Court House, Notre Dame street, where a delegation from the council will attempt to interview Premier L. A. Taschereau, who is expected to arrive in Montreal next Thursday. 

The police are undecided as yet what action they will take in connection with the "march" on the court house, but it was announced yesterday that special constables are attending the various meetings which are being held in Montreal where plans are being made for next Tuesday.

[temporalteardrop]

i am sooooo good at managing money (lie)

[smoakingmarshmallow]

I am attending my second ever library conference next week. The sad thing is the thing I am most excited about it getting a break from my branch. The most ridiculous things have happened in the past 6 months and I am happy to let someone else be in charge for a few days.

[cynicalclassicist]

Sometimes I have a bad time at a conference.

My dad was dealing with some mixed feelings so I told him "In therapy when something is too complicated to do a simple 'pro and contra list' we sometimes do an excercise where you imagine all these mixed feelings around a table in some kind of conference, letting each tell their bit and you leading the debate."

and my dad didn't really respond and just stared ahead so I kept preparing lunch. Until a few minutes later when he suddenly piped up: "I am having a bad time at the conference"

[solarurl]