#hashtag stressed and depressed

[boop-le-snoot]

haircut day haircut day haircut day haircut day

[lqnar]

feeling that marxist quote about being less and having more capital and stuff. like are you ever so depressed and stressed out abt life that you don’t want to do, buy or experience anything. just spending money on food and rent

[counselingforyou]

Revolutionize Your Relationships: The Power of Family Counseling Minus the Stress

In the chaotic hustle of everyday life, maintaining healthy family relationships can often feel like an uphill battle.

Whether it's navigating conflicts, overcoming communication barriers, or simply finding time to connect amidst busy schedules, the challenges can seem daunting.

But what if there was a way to revolutionize your relationships without adding more stress to the mix?

Enter the transformative power of family counseling, minus the stress.

Traditional notions of family counseling often conjure images of therapy sessions with all members present, hashing out issues in a formal setting.

While these methods can be effective, they can also introduce additional stressors, from scheduling conflicts to concerns about privacy or reluctance from certain family members to participate.

However, the concept of family counseling without the patient offers a refreshing alternative.

This approach recognizes that sometimes, one individual may be the catalyst for change within the family dynamic, and their participation alone can initiate positive shifts in relationships.

By focusing on the dynamics between family members rather than the individual in therapy, this form of counseling aims to address underlying issues, improve communication, and foster understanding among all members involved.

Without the pressure of having every family member present, sessions can be more flexible and tailored to the specific needs and dynamics of the family unit.

Moreover, this approach encourages individuals to take ownership of their role in the family dynamic and empowers them to implement positive changes in their interactions and relationships.

It fosters a sense of accountability while also promoting autonomy and agency within the family structure.

Perhaps most importantly, family counseling without the patient can alleviate some of the stress associated with traditional therapy models, making it more accessible and appealing to families who may have reservations or logistical challenges.

In essence, by embracing this innovative approach to family counseling, families can revolutionize their relationships, fostering deeper connections, resolving conflicts, and ultimately, creating a more harmonious and fulfilling family life, all without adding unnecessary stress to the equation.

[deityofhearts]

rn I’m getting through life by romanticizing the idea of me living in a bigger city (not like. new york sized but like just one of our bigger neighboring cities) and working as a librarian or library assistant there or something and having a quiet simply life and a regular routine that I go about

[wylansworkshop]

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[interneteclipse]

"pink is nice"

pairing: Valeria Garza x fem reader

synopsis: some domestic fluff backstory on Valeria's pink nails.

word count: 1.3k

tags: domestic bliss, fluff, silly wlw brainrot

A/N: Have you ever noticed Valeria has pink nails?? I have so many headcanons about her because she's just my little silly goose. Yes, she's 100% an artist and yes she has awful seasonal depression. I also think the y/n I've made for her is a beautician who does her hair and nails. Hashtag Valeria apologist lifestyle.

"Sorry that I don't have any more colors! I thought shades of pink, yellow, green, and blue would be cute for spring." You said while Valeria looked at your relatively empty nail polish organizer. "You could go with your usual picks too."

Her brows furrowed, eyes squinted, and she stood with arms crossed, deep in thought. Never have you seen someone so decisive with nail polish– it's cute, though! The people around Valeria could never see her in such a normal state– thank god you were able to witness this. You spaced out and stared at the organizer until she snapped you out of your trance.

"Pink is nice. I think I'll go with that." She kissed your cheek and handed you the nail polish, base coat, and top coat bottles. You fixed the throw pillows on your shared bed for extra cushion, one for you and one for her. She sat beside you in her spot, putting the polish next to you and handing you a nail file.

"You think you can shape them down? I think they're a little overgrown for work." She laughed while pushing her stray hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear.

"In your terms, they are. I hate filing them down, though... you have such pretty nail beds."

"I wouldn't be able to do my job properly with anything longer, but thank you for the compliment, amor. Sweet as always."

You jokingly groan at her response, continuing to file down her right hand. You both sat in a comfortable quietness, the occasional dog barking or car driving by being the only interruptions. Valeria darted her eyes around the room before circling her sight back to you, the floor, then to her hands. By now, you were working on her base coat. Her focus returned to you when you broke the silence.

"When we first met, I saw you as a purple gal. It's a very royal color historically– it fits you." You said, observing the bottle of hot pink nail polish beside you.

"Really?"

"Mhm. You usually don't pick bright colors, so it surprised me when you chose this. What's the switch up today?" Valeria bit the inside of her lip and looked to the side, trying to come up with an answer. If she had to be honest, it was just a pretty color– one of her favorites, too. She does understand where you're coming from, though. Her nails usually match her everyday closet, which are neutrals and some hints of blue from her jeans, so she opts for either black or shades of nude. They're colors that don't stand out too much but still make her feel pretty wearing them.

"I felt a little special. Spring is here, so it feels less dead, unlike winter. Plus, our anniversary is coming up! I'm in a good mood," She used her free hand to pet your head, not wanting to mess you up by shifting to kiss you. "I think a bright color fits how I feel right now."

 You smiled at her genuine happiness. It was rare for Valeria to come home without stress, walking in carrying her anger from a mistake her employees made or a mistake she made herself. Whenever that happens to be the case (which again, is frequent), she isolates herself immediately. Despite her line of work taking a fair amount of collaboration, she works by herself most of the time. That left a lot of speculation about what 'El Sin Nombre' was truly like, and not who Valeria Garza was under her work mindset. It amazes you that you were able to get to know her with how distant she was with the people around her. You're surprised she even wanted to date you– let alone marry you.

"As long as you're happy, I'm happy, love. Speaking of our anniversary, what do you wanna do?"

"Well... I think we could both benefit from going outside. How does dinner sound? We can still cook breakfast and lunch ourselves. I know you like spending our mornings together." She giggles.

"You know me so well." You laughed, finishing the base coat, and started with the main event; the hot pink nail polish chosen by your wife.

"It really is a nice color. It makes me forget the seasonal depression we both got out of." She said, examining the sheer first layer. She was right about the seasonal depression. You both get tired during December, then exhausted trying to start the new year correctly in January and February. It starts getting better in early March when you're finally caught up with life, and the pace quickens to prepare for spring.

"Now you have me wanting to use pink too. I might go with a lighter shade so we can still match."

After about three coats, you were finishing off Valeria's nails with a glossy top coat. She looked at her other hand which was drying to admire your work.

"Good job as always, amor! When can I not trust you with my nails? Thank you."

"It's nothing! Plus, it's been a while since you've taken some time for yourself." Valeria clicked her tongue and sighed, knowing what you were referring to.

"I know, I know. I missed being home, too." The only con to being married to her; she's rarely able to be home, especially nowadays with her bigger plans. As much as you appreciate the precious texts and phone calls while she's hours away from home, dealing with something work-related, it's hard to cope with life going on without her home. Your co-workers always see you mope around whenever Valeria is long-distance, and she's more serious than usual while operating away from home. You completed each other so perfectly– it was like tearing the sun and moon apart when you weren't together.

Every conversation you and Valeria had brought you closer; it was the reason you both took interest in each other from the start. One of the more hidden interests she had was art. She isn't into doing her own art– at least not often, but she could talk about how it impacts her for hours. You remember you were on a walk with her while admiring the street art of Las Almas after coming home.

"What made you start liking street art so much? You talk about it so passionately."

"Las Almas wouldn't be itself without the street art. I think it shows the community and the will of the people. I like it for that."

"Do you have a favorite piece?"

"Hmm... I don't think I could pick one if I tried. You're always my favorite work of art, though."

It makes you glad that she sometimes treats her trips as art tours, sending you murals in a new town she arrived in. Sometimes you think in another reality, Valeria pursued art and wouldn't be as stressed and overworked as she is now. But as long as she's happy with her life, all is fine. 

"Alright, they're dry- ah!" You got pulled into a hug while Valeria laid back on the bed, bringing you down with her. She peppered your face with kisses before deeply kissing your lips and burying her face in your neck.

"Thank you again. I love you." She said, sighing into you. You were on your sides facing each other while her arms were on your waist.

"I love you too. You're welcome, by the way." You giggled, wrapping your arms around her, enjoying her loving embrace. You stayed just like that for a minute, savoring the warmth before Valeria spoke again.

"Do you want to get snacks and watch a movie together? I call it an early anniversary celebration." She said while getting up on her elbows and giving you a wink. "I may have been able to work a little extra last month to be around you more."

"Of course, I want to." She got off your shared bed, helping you up to go pick movie snacks with her.

"Alright, let's go. This week will be just for us, I promise."

[osarina]

beloved mrs dazai,

good evening dearest <3. i wanted to write you a simple appreciation letter, due to the occasion of you posting fics literally whenever i need a soothing, angsty break.

your writing captivates my exhausted heart and mind.

it enchants my imagination beyond words can express, as well as soothes all those pesky, stress-induced wrinkles in my brain.

your literary comprehension delineates a strong urge to write on my own, even though i don’t think i could ever come close to the profound understanding you have of not just your fics characters, but your organization and planning of a flawless storyline as well :>.

not to mention your stellar online personality, never failing to leave me with a smile on my face after reading—and sometimes even relating to—some of the most hilarious questions, comments, and concerns ive ever had the chance to encounter.

to wrap it all up, i will never forget the heartfelt damage you have inflicted on me. i will never be able to erase the vehement scars i have suffered from your absolutely immaculate writing and personality.

neither do i want to.

yours always,

secret admirer :) <333

(too scared to not put anon, but also love your hashtags on responding anons with the name secret admirer;

3 last things: don’t forget you are awesome always no matter what any anon like me or close individual has to say about it, promise to never stop being you, and i hope you have the loveliest of nights for the rest of your life.)

wow. you know i read this ask when i got it and i literally started crying bc it was so sweet and then i felt so bad because i literally had NO time to give u a heartfelt response in return BUT I WILL HAVE YOU KNOW MY SWEET LIL LOVE BUG that whenever i started getting depressed about exams and stressed about everything, i came to reread this and it always made my heart feel so warm and always boosted my mood

bUT ANYWAY this is genuinely the sweetest & most poetic thing anyone has ever said to me AND IM READING IT AGAIN NOW AND IM STARTING TO TEAR UP AGAIN literally words cannot convey how many emotions (positive) ur ask has made me feel

bUT NONNIE i have to WHOLEHEARTEDLY DISAGREE BECAUSE I LITERALLY KNOW JUST FROM THIS ASK THAT YOUR WRITING IS BEAUTIFUL AND I WOULD LITERALLY PAY ACTUAL MONEY TO READ A FIC FROM YOU i literally feel so lame replying to this so casually no lie because UR PROSE ???? out of this world i fear, it's so lovely nonnie u must promise me that you'll come back and give me the link to your fic if you ever decide to write and post pretty please with cherries on top

[ralphlanyon]

i was going through my notes and found an old write-up from 2020 of modern au headcanons for "the charioteer" characters during covid-19 quarantine (back when "how would fandom X characters handle quarantine?" was a tumblr trend). apparently this was how i was coping with the stress of peak corona times, lol. anyway finally publishing this, three years later!

laurie: his introverted homebody ass is THRIVING in social isolation and wfh. no more awkwardly dodging party invites from people he hates, being dragged to nightclubs, or having to see his stepfather. he gets to stay home all day with ralph and their dog and finish all the books he meant to read, and he is LOVING it. receives a lot of requests to show off his dog during his work zoom meetings.

ralph: is Doing His Duty by staying home on furlough but also going completely stir-crazy. tries to stay sane by feverishly working on dozens of home improvement projects and cleaning the house several times. basically the epitome of that ben wyatt “do you think a depressed person could do THIS???” meme. has gotten into numerous arguments with people at the supermarket who refuse to wear masks or are hoarding enormous supplies of toilet paper (one of these ends up going viral).

andrew: is very sad about being separated from the rest of his religious community now that the churches are closed, but tries to keep a positive outlook on things. shares a lot of resources online about how to help out and staying in touch with one’s faith during “unprecedented times.”

alec: overworked and sleep-deprived nhs junior doctor directly taking care of covid-19 patients. hasn’t physically seen most of his friends or family in months. writes lengthy screeds on social media decrying the dearth of ppe for health care workers and ranting about politics. frequently gets into online fights with strangers who think coronavirus isn’t a big deal. sends ralph unsolicited articles about self-care and mental health tips during a pandemic that ralph pointedly ignores.

sandy: also overworked and sleep-deprived, but much better at concealing it online than alec. has a popular medical instagram where he posts selfies of him and alec with lots of hashtags. obsessively binge-watches cooking videos on youtube in his spare time.

bunny: an essential retail worker who brings this fact up constantly in conversation. secretly flouting social distancing guidelines on his off days to go to parties and hook-up with men on grindr. has the most aesthetically pleasing cloth masks but can’t bother to wear them properly.

[skybristle]

more sparks please. girl what happened to you and do i have to kill anyone

rbs > likes

These two. dw shes already fucking them up. hashtag feminism! [they are also both women]

these two n what they do to her [i wont go fully into it but just elaborae since i already summarized it here in my post abt maw but]. yeah. When she was constructed she was a very ambitious iterator and very. jittery and eager to help her kind and very very radiant. probably the perfect iterator!

of course.... as ive probably heavily alluded to ash is a POS ! as her senior, and the only one in their group at the time, she looks to him for guidance and feels so terrible finding out how fucked up he is with his own colony and how he is struggling to bear it [he IS depressed and chronically ill however also just. has zero accoutnability or responsibility whatsoever and refuses to recongize his mistakes ever or consider his actions beyond what he receives from them] so of course as they fall for eachther and she helps him shoulder his burden he simply takes it for granted and does little to return the favor. its soo unbalanced and unhealthy but sparks is just trying and trying because god !! she wants to be good !! she wants to help people !!! so fucking bad!!!

but shes left bleeding alone, in an overextended structure as they operate on her while shes awake, overclocking her systems and sendinf electricity like lightning down her puppet, he basically messages maw Once to try and get her to knock it off before falling back into his patter nof laziness like welp! did what i can do ! and has the audacity to whine to sparks about feeling inadequate. and she really has no choice but to get back up and dust herself off and live with this reality, which persists quite literally forever, even if its less stressful when her colony eventually leaves. and she stays stuck in this delusion that ash couldnt have done any more and that it was just unfortunate and.. he still needs her help she cant leave him in the dust [what did he do to her again?].

especially as their local group slowly grows and he kind of refuses to accept the responsibility so sparks is also shouldering mentorship and taking care of them and etc. the only exception really is whispers who isnt allowed to speak to sparks because their colony is an asshole so they grow close to their designated senior and ash actually does take the kid kinda under his wing as much as he sucks, mainly at sparks concerns initially.

shes also. super badly traumatized by maw and a lot of that fear and paranoia echo especially later on when maw *actually hurts another iterator*. shes well aware how much maw resents her and maw is the only thing to really scare her. over time sparks loses her whimsy and just becomes very calcualted and dilligent. takes little pleasure in it anymore but if shes not working shes nothing, even as she makes her issues and overextension worse she hasnt rested in ages.

once mass ascension happens and ash bascialyl goes 'welp im done. see ya'll' now that nobody is literally there to make him do his job and goes into sleepmode completely disregarding all the work sparks has done for their group and for *him* not just to appease his colony on his behalf thats when she finally breaks this delusion she has and fucking snaps. she still is kidn of in the position where now shes FORCED To hold authority because hes gone but doesnt bother to try with those who dont answer to her. shes just so angry and frustrated and just workaholics it all away but its really. its not helpful long term and this anger is just building as things in their group get worse and worse as he sleeps in the distance none the wiser.

and, finally, when whisper's emergency broadcast rings true and all hell breaks loose- and he wakes up and the first thing he does is crawl back to sparks to make her do his shit again without even acknowledging his abandonment for many many kilocycles she just completely fucking loses it on him. dedicates herself to- rather than try to put ehr group back together and aid whispers, she just charges headfirst into hurting everyone whos ever hurt her. im still trying to figure out what goes on with maw but as for ash. she creates the brainiac to steal his seniority but also just hijack his structure in an incredibly painful manner. just so she can feel her pain. oh, and just like her, she wont have anyone to crawl to for sympathy [being needlessly cruel and ignoring others suffering? sounds a lot like maw. disregarding the needs of your group to chase a selfish goal as someone lay dying? sounds a lot like ash. lol. lmao even].

after she gets the seniority crown she starts having a guilt crisis. then whispers. uhm. Well. Escapes starlight's can and jumps in the void sea [ive been alluding to it this whole time but nobodies said anything so. ill just lay that here and let u guys react] she finally realizes how badly she fucked up [thats what makes her better than maw and ash] and what shes done and how much shes kind of fucked over her bridges with the people who actually cared about her [chimes and ochre especially] and. yeah. i need to piece out what happens after this still but i mean starlight and maw r still kicking around and sparks now has the responsibiltiy to do SOMETHING which would probably resul in violent retallion from at least maw and kick this bs and sparks hurt and anger up all over again. lol. lmao even.

[lamphous]

and now we bring you to another episode of Crimes of Autistic on Main: this week, keaton tries to rectify their getting fired by SJW Soap R Us for having a flat affect, being refused accommodation, and having friends outside work. hashtag disability justice thoughts below

really frustrating thing to learn on my eeoc call yesterday is that, had my friend in management not hinted to my evil ex manager that "neurodiversity may be a factor" in the "behavioral issues" she was going to discipline me for BEFORE she talked to me, I might not have a case at all,* and even then I may not still bc stacey didn't explicitly say I'm autistic and for all that people may informally understand "neurodiversity" (esp in this context)** to be a nicer way of saying "mental disability", it's not synonymous under the law

* bc the argument apparently must be that she discriminated against me and denied me accommodation AFTER explicitly knowing I am autistic, not just that she was discriminating against me for the behavioral manifestation of said protected disability both before and after knowing that is the term for me

** roy from the eeoc is likely glad he no longer has to be the one to deal with me bc I kept going into too much detail really for the initial interview, but this is an argument I really do want to stress: that even if my medical diagnosis was not stated outright (by a third party who understandably respects my privacy), a generally understood synonymous term*** in the context of specifically the behavior in question (ie not just mentioned in another conversation abt idk how people get depressed or smth, but specifically as a factor in the behavior she took issue with)

*** another reason roy is glad to be rid of me: I kept asking if there was a list of federally protected mental disabilities that I could cross reference with those generally understood to be covered by "neurodiversity", to see what percentage overlaps. if I had any memory for names and numbers, I'm telling you, I'd be such a good lawyer

[kosomolski-dolls]

Room is still a mess, mood is tanking badly, and on top I'm second guessing some of the purchases I did this year.

Lowkey want to sell some of my dolls, but most of them are dyed or have other flaws that will make customising hard for whoever would buy them, and I'm not even gonna mention the slow market at the moment, sales on Instagram are basically dead and I'm not sure if it's entirely because of the removal of recent hashtags, or if the tanking economy plus inflation goes in as well (probably, let's be real)...

Not even talking about the fact that I kinda don't want to sell, but at the same time I just feel a bit overwhelmed at the moment T__T

Not gonna do any decision-making right now because I fear that winter depression is creeping up on me early this year. Wouldn't surprise me with all the changes and stress at work, which also doesn't help improving my mood. Thinking of having to go back to work tomorrow already makes me feel like shit... god, what an awful year.

[sliceofdyke]

penis serious penis delirious. but what about the secret third thing. penis depressed

penis stressed penis depressed but im always feeling hashtag penis blessed

[ilovebylersblog]

i dont remember who reccomended it to me but "let me down" by boywithuke oh my gods

"but i broke my foot, got lost on the mountain/fucked my life again but i'm sure/that you're not too far behind, so i'm counting/on you to stay when my heart is sore"

"oh hey, i think i lost my way/can you put me back in place?"

"i know you'd never let me down/but will you lift me off the ground"

but especially

"I know you're depressed, and I know that you're stressed/And I know that you lie to all your friends

I know that you cry and I know that you fight/And I know that you tried, but it won't end

So how would it feel if I were to steal/Your heart away along with this pain?/'Cause you give me butterflies, and I/I need you to stay"

sorry. this got really fucking long but omg i cant not

hashtag hyperfixtations amirite hahaaa :'))

just listened. omg it’s perfect. like matches them so well. love. my sokeefe + songs hyper fixation is here to stay so i def know what u mean :)

[lightholme]

I have experienced mental illness since the age of 13, and have been in the psychiatric system for a decade. In year 8, I spent so much time absent from school that a social worker was called. At 16, I dropped out of A-levels with incapacitating depression and barely left the house for nine months – the empty days stretching out while friends clubbed and kissed. I was put on antidepressants and at 18 decided to move to Russia, alone, in a manic whirlwind, and had the time of my life. At 20, I moved to Oxford and was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. I was told I would have it for life. I moved again at 23, and there is now no hospital in north London I have not been treated in.

In the last few years I have observed a transformation in the way we talk about mental health, watched as depression and anxiety went from unspoken things to ubiquitous hashtags. It seems as though every week is now some kind of Mental Health Awareness Week, in which we should wear a specific colour (although this year no one could agree on which: half wore green, half yellow).

In the last few years I have lost count of the times mental illness has been compared to a broken leg. Mental illness is nothing like a broken leg.

In fairness, I have never broken my leg. Maybe having a broken leg does cause you to lash out at friends, undergo a sudden, terrifying shift in politics and personality, or lead to time slipping away like a Dali clock. Maybe a broken leg makes you doubt what you see in the mirror, or makes you high enough to mistake car bonnets for stepping stones (difficult, with a broken leg) and a thousand other things.

Oh, I know how it’s meant. The lack of stigma should be the same as telling people why your limb is in a cast. But you can’t just put someone with a broken leg and an insane person side by side and expect people not to be able to tell the difference, like the Winklevoss twins or, can we be truly honest, Joanna Newsom songs.

In recent years the discussion around mental health has hit the mainstream. I call it the Conversation. The Conversation is dominated by positivity and the memeification of a battle won. It isn’t a bad thing that we are all talking more about mental health; it would be silly to argue otherwise. But this does not mean it is not infuriating to come home from a secure hospital, suicidal, to a bunch of celebrity awareness-raising selfies and thousands of people saying that all you need to do is ask for help – when you’ve been asking for help and not getting it. There is a poster in my local pharmacy that exclaims, “Mental health can be complex – getting help doesn’t have to be!” Each time I see it, I want to scream.

The Conversation tends to focus on depression and anxiety, or post-traumatic stress disorder. It is less comfortable with the mental illnesses deemed more unpalatable – people who act erratically, hallucinate, have violent episodes or interpersonal instability. I don’t want to pretend that this stigma is merely a hurdle to be overcome. Stigma exists from a place of real fear, and a lack of understanding of the behavioural changes that can accompany mental illness. Episodes of illness can be frightening, frustrating, tiring and annoying for both the unwell individual and those around them.

The key isn’t to deny this, but to educate. Instagram slogans do not make it clear what depersonalisation is, for instance, and that it won’t be solved by a picture of someone walking on a beach. It’s good that Lynx deodorant teamed up with the male mental health Campaign Against Living Miserably, but is “Find Your Magic” not the most patronising slogan of all time? I will admit that I am not well. That writing this, right now, I am not well. This will colour the writing. But it is part of why I want to write, because another part of the problem is that we write about it when we are out the other side, better. And I understand: it’s ugly up close; you can see right into the burst vessels of the thing. (Also, on a practical level, it is difficult to write when one is unwell.) But then what we end up with has the substance of secondary sources. When we do see it in its rawness – Sinéad O’Connor releasing a Facebook video in utter despair – who among us does not wince?Amy Winehouse, voice of a goddamn goddess. We’ll allow. Kathy, 54, works at Morrisons. Not so muchThe primary danger used to be glamorising. It was cool to be a bit mad. It meant you were a genius or a creative. It wasn’t just that certain mental illnesses were acceptable, but certain mental illnesses were acceptable in certain types of people: if you had a special skill or talent or architect-set cheekbones. All of this remains true. Sure, Robert Lowell, great poet. Madness excused. Amy Winehouse, voice of a goddamn goddess. We’ll allow. Kathy, 54, works at Morrisons. Not so much. White woman who has recourse to a national newspaper (called Hannah). Perhaps. Black man who comes from a cultural background where mental illness isn’t recognised and whose symptoms might be put down to the racist trope of aggression in people of colour. Nah, mate. | But now there is also a new danger. It is “normalising”. This is meant to be a positive – as in, “What is normal, anyway?!” Which is a fair question, but I don’t think it’s the woman who crept into my inpatient room, stole the newspapers I had, found me in the lounge and ripped them up slowly in front of my eyes. I don’t think it’s me, sitting in a tiny, airless hospital room, carving my name into the wall with a ballpoint pen, with three guards for company, one of whom later tries to add me on Facebook.We should normalise the importance of good mental health and wellbeing, of course. Normalise how important it is to look after oneself – eat well, socialise, exercise – and how beneficial it can and should be to talk and ask for help. But don’t conflate poor mental health with mental illness, even if one can lead to the other. One can have a mental illness and good mental health, and vice versa. Enough awareness has been raised. We – the public, health professionals, politicians – need to make our actions count. Don’t pathologise normal processes such as grief, or the profound sadness of a relationship breakdown, or the stress of moving house. Conversely, don’t tell me it is normal when I go from being the type of person who will offer children piggyback rides up the steepness of north London to glaring at a crying baby on a bus. Or that it is normal to blow thousands of pounds on sporadically moving house without terminating a current lease, or to send friends bizarre, pugilistic texts in the night. The truth is: enough awareness has been raised. We – the public, the health professionals, the politicians – need to make our words and actions count for more. First, the Conversation needs to be more inclusive when it comes to rarer conditions, and to people whose voices are less loud. Second, we need to recognise that posting “stars can’t shine without darkness” on social media might piss someone off in the midst of desperation and that, actually, anxiety can be a normal reaction and is different from general anxiety disorder, a serious condition. That feeling down is not the same as depression. When I am well, I am happy and popular. It is tough to type these words when I feel none of it. And sometimes when I am most well I am… boring. Boring is how I want to be all of the time. This is what I have been working towards, for 12 years now.When friends decades older tell me off for saying that I am old, at 28, what I mean is: I haven’t achieved all the things I could have done without this illness. I should have written a book by now. I should have done so many things! All the time, I feel I am playing catch-up. Always. I worry, and most of the literature tells me, that I will have this problem for life. That it will go on, after the hashtags and the documentaries and the book deals and Princes Harry and William – while the NHS circles closer to the drain. Maybe it’s cute now, in my 20s. But it won’t be cute later, when I am older and wearing tracksuits from 20 years ago and not in an ironic hipster way but because I no longer wash or engage with the world, and it’s like: my God, did you not get yourself together already? When I left appointments and saw the long-term patients, walking around in hospital-issue pyjamas, dead-eyed (the kind of image of the mentally ill that has become anathema to refer to as part of the conversation, but which in some cases is accurate), four emotions rushed in: empathy, sympathy, recognition, terror. It’s one of those things you can’t really talk about with authenticity unless you’ve seen it, not really: the aurora borealis, Prince playing live and the inpatient wards. Maybe my prognosis will look up, maybe I’ll leave it all behind. I’ve noticed a recent thing is for people to declare themselves “proud” of their mental illness. I guess I don’t understand this. It does not define me. It’s not something that, when stable, I feel ashamed of, or that I hide. But I am not proud of it. I’d rather I didn’t have it – so I wasn’t exhausted, so I wasn’t bitter about it – despite the fact that I know some people, in all parts of the world, are infinitely worse off. I want it gone, so that I am not dealing with it all the time, or worrying about others having to deal with it all the time. So I don’t have to read another article, or poster, about how I just need to ask for help. So that when a campaigner on Twitter says, “To anyone feeling ashamed of being depressed: there is nothing to be ashamed of. It’s illness. Like asthma or measles”, I don’t have to grit my teeth and say, actually, I am not OK, and mental illness couldn’t be less like measles. So that when someone else moans about being bored with everyone talking about mental health, and a different campaigner replies, “People with mental illness aren’t bored with it!” I don’t have to say, no, I am: I am bored with this Conversation. Because more than talking about it, I want to get better. I want to live.

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Inside out Legacy challenge

Today I present a 9 generation legacy challenge that is base on the inside out movies. Remember tag me or place the hashtag #Insideoutlegacychallenge so I can see your progression.

Gen 1: Joy Name : Joy

Traits: Cheerful, Good, Loyal

Aspiration: Leader of the pack

Career: Entertainer career (Branch Comedian)

I've always been a happy person since I was a child. I in Joy make people happy.

Rules:

-Master Entertainer career (Branch Comedian)

-Complete Leader of the pack aspiration

-Reach level 10 in the Comedian skill

-Reach level 5 in cooking skill

- Have at least two children

_Get married at adult

Gen 2: Sadness Name: Sade

Traits: Socially Awkward, Gloomy, Clumsy

Aspiration: Nerd brain

Career: Painter

I've been a sad person but I'm close my mom.

Rules:

-Master Painter career

-Complete Nerd Brain

-Reach level 10 paint

-Reach level 5 in parenting

-Do not get married

-Have only one child

Gen 3: Anger Name: Wuthering

Traits: Hot- headed, mean, self assured

Aspiration: Super Parent

Career: Detective

His mom was so depressed and he got so frustrated about his name since that day he was angry at his name.

Rules:

-Master Detective career

-Complete Super Parent

-Reach level 10 charisma

-Reach level 5 writing

-Get married as an elder

-At least three children

Gen 4: Fear Name: Hindee

Traits: Squeamish, Geek, Neat or Perfectionist

Aspiration: Successful Lineage

Career: Writer

His dad was so angry that the got scared of everything.

Rules:

-Master Writer career

-Complete Successful Lineage

-Reach level 10 writing

-Get married to a sim that has hot-headed Trait

-Have at least five children

Gen 5: Disgust Name: Liza

Traits: Materialistic, Jealous, Non-committal

Aspiration: Fabulously Wealthy

Career: Stylist Influencer

Her dad was scared that to just wanted to throw up.

Rules:

-Master Stylist Influencer Career

-Complete Fabulously Wealthy aspiration

-At least 3 children

-Have at least two boyfriends

-Get married best friend

Gen 6: Anxiety Name: Maya

Traits: Ambitious, Erratic, Active

Aspiration: Bodybuilder

Career: Secret Agent

At school she have a lot of activities for school and homework she became stressed.

Rules:

-Master Secret Agent career

-Complete Bodybuilder aspiration

-Have five enemy

-Do not get married

-Have only one child

Gen 7: Envy Name: Eris

Traits: Good, Materialistic, Loyal

Aspiration: Big Happy Family

Career: Freelancer

She envies a lot of famous people.

Rules:

-Master Freelancer career

-Complete Big Happy Family aspiration

-At least 4 children

-Get married at a young adult

-Go to the festival at least once

Gen 8: Ennui Name: Ennui

Traits: Lazy, Snob, Loner

Aspiration: Computer Whiz

Career: Tech Guru

She got so bored with his mother's life style.

-Master Tech Guru career

-Complete Computer Whiz aspiration

-Have only one child

-Have a big house

-Do not get married

Gen 9: Embarrassment. Name: Adamar

Traits: Socially Awkward, Foodie, Nice

Aspiration: Master Chef

Career: Culinary

He is Embarrassed about his body.

-Master Culinary career (Branch Cooking)

-Complete Master Chef

-Get married

-Have No children

[misseyres]

I'm having the hardest time I've had in years this is so shitty 😭

my partner is in a major depressive episode and has a mysterious undiagnosed chronic illness that his doctor is refusing to take seriously (which is obviously a huge contributor to the depressive episode), I'm this close to having a breakdown at any given moment bc hashtag grief, we both desperately need each other's support but we're apart for at least two more weeks and then possibly another 3 weeks after their visit, i probably need to apply for a student loan bc surprise surprise! guess who was stupid for trying to trust my parents again bc what they are giving me rn is not nearly enough to live on + can't find even a bartending or barista job that will hire me as an immigrant, my host family here is nice enough but it's extremely awkward and whenever im at the house I just want to sit in my room bc I use up my entire social bandwidth in my 3 hour daily classes which just makes me feel rude, I'm getting rejected from internships left and right, I'm shouting into the void on tumblr bc I can't afford therapy right now since im not an eu citizen so I can't get healthcare for the next 8 weeks AND my chronic illnesses are flaring like crazy bc I'm under so much stress and distress. who needs hair anyway apparently not me.