#memtal health

[angelbjtz]

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[numberonedukethomasapologist]

What mental illness, mental disorders/disabilities, neurodevelopmental disorders, or chronic pains (or any other type of disorders, pains, sensory issues) do you think the batfam members would be diagnosed with?

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[greyaugustuspoetry]

Young Blood

It broke through the flood gates

Bite your check and feel that pain

It builds up the damn down the way

Choke it down and shut it up

No one wants to hear your shame

It’s starting to explode?

That sucks just for you

Screw the cap back on right

Or you’ll scare away the view

Cry yourself to sleep little one

It’s the only time you can

And if that doesn’t console you

Go put your head in the sand

No one gives a fuck

Not even god

They made you this way

Didn’t they son?

Get on your knees

And start to scream

Grab at the stars

And see if they bleed

I’m sorry young blood but this is the truth of it all

So shut up and smile

Swallow all those pills

Because it tames the beast and keeps you still

Yeah no one gives a shit

Except for you and you alone

And maybe the man behind that heavy telephone

Don’t let this escape from that black hole

That lives in that malnourished gut

Everything is fine , fine, fine

That’s what you must tell them all

Because no matter if you let this go

There’s no room for it in the space outside your own

Do you think this is a game?

Because it never was to me

Life is a cycle

And we got stuck in it’s spree

There’s no space on that paper anymore

You ran out of pages

From the day you were three

That’s when the monsters started to breath

Get on your knees

And start to confide

In nothing at all

Because you know it’s all a lie

I’m sorry young blood but this is the truth of it all

So shut up and smile

Swallow all those pills

Because it tames the beast and keeps you still

-Grey Augustus

[i-give-u--art]

REMEMBER THAT I LOVE YOU!!!!! /p

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TW: mentioned sh + suicide

[thewales-family]

The Prince of Wales visits St. Michael's Church of England High School in Rowley Regis, to learn about the award-winning student-led initiatives available to pupils to support their mental health and wellbeing, in Birmingham, England -April 25th 2024.

[bootleg-nessie]

Smooth seas never made a skilled sailor

Smooth seas never made a skilled sailor

Smooth seas never made a skilled sailor

Smooth seas never made a skilled sailor

Smooth seas never made a skilled sailor

Smooth seas never made a skilled sailor

Smooth seas never made a skilled sailor

SMOOTH SEAS NEVER MADE A SKILLED SAILOR

[dumplingprincessextraordinaire]

I know there’s no real purpose in entertaining the thought either way but I do kinda think the abusers are probably out living their best life and feeling fine but I still have to live with like ptsd and stuff lol

[brandyschillace]

“Oh, but,” said the aged faerie, back bent, nose crooked, “you are alive!”

Jen rubbed her nose. “What does it matter?” She asked. “We’ve lost everything.”

The faerie stood herself up, then bent close, whispering over winter moss: “Ah pet, if you’re alive, that’s already winning something back.”

[smexydilflover]

There is love on your doorstep. If only you would walk outside and see it.

[hardcore1happiness]

Porobiło się. Pierwszy raz od dłuższego czasu zaczelam ryczeć bardziej przez matke niż przez ojca.

Cała sytuacja opiera się na tym, że moja mama ma spine z babcią o WSZYSTKO. Z racji, że babcia jest od strony taty, to naturalnie najeżdża na rodzinę mamy. Ludzie z rodziny od strony mamy są dla niej obibokami z problemem alkoholowym i palaczami. Mogłabym się bawić w ubieranie tego w ładne słowa, ale w tej sytuacji pozostawie to tak jak napisałam. Babcia po stracie dziadka zrobiła się jakaś inna. Nie żeby przestała nawijać na temat pieniędzy przez cały czas, ale zaistniała zmiana w jej zachowaniu. Zrobiła się bardziej uszczypliwa niż była wcześniej, a plotki lubiła zawsze. Co jakiś czas łazi do sąsiadek i plecie swoje moralizatorskie mądrości na temat moich dziadków. Przykre jest słuchanie tego, ale nie poradzę nic na to, że jest starym człowiekiem i nie zmienie jej myślenia, które ma wykształtowane przez ponad 80 lat życia. Moja mama nigdy nie pałała miłością do niej, oczywiście, że przeszkadza jej, to co babcia mówi o jej rodzicach.

Sama nie wiem jak postawić się w tej sytuacji. ponieważ jedno i drugie to moja rodzina. Nie powiem babci, że przestane się do niej odzywać, jeśli nie przestanie tak mówić. To moja babcia, kocham ją i jest dla mnie ważna. Spędzamy razem dużo czasu, jest dla mnie jak druga mama.

Nie powiem też mamie, że stoję po stronie babci bo widzę co się z nią dzieje. Widzę, że przeżywa ciężkie chwile, ale jako dziecko mam związane ręcę i nie moge nic zrobić. Staram się być neutralna, ale kiedy mama mi powiedziała, że jestem taka sama jak babcia i nie będzie się do mnie odzywać, to zabolało jakoś inaczej.

Nie chce być ,,wrogiem" dla żadnej z nich, ale mnie to porządnie wnerwia. Czuję się jakbym była weteranem w wojnie domowej. Mam dość.

[pastel-strawberry-shorthcake]

Maybe the meaning of life is enjoying the sunshine today.

[peach-and-cherryblossom]

Your fingers entwined, slowly with mine, and suddenly, life made sense

[luxl101]

Substance addiction is really something, dark topic I know, I’m proud of this painting tho :)

[randomrantsandbeingskinny]

it's so sad how people in general but especially women have eat!ng d!sorders becouse of the male gaze

the male gaze is men forcing people to look a certain way so they don't get met with bullying or even v!olence, it is a product of patriarchy, there's no such thing as female gaze since women usually don't bully others in very v!olent ways just becouse they don't fit into their standards

becouse of men always telling women and men how they should look or act, women tend to just give in and fall into an 3d which makes them have a sense of control over themselves(there is so much more but im lazy, sorry girls...), with men it's more complicated imo becouse some want to be more masculine, so they force themselves to excircise and it may cause an 3d if done in an unhealthy way, on the other hand some men want to be perceived as more feminine, more delicate, which is especially visible in the gay community since its all men and there's no being a girl's girl and helping eachother, there is competition and guilt

I unfortunately am a victim of the second one, I want to be light, dainty, cutesy, but also my gender struggles play a big part in it since I want to be vieved as more feminine but effortlessly not in a fem boy way

i have not said everything I wanted to becouse i would need to sit for hours but remember everyone, your story is valid, you are valid, if you are struggling I am sure there is help

i am not gonna force anyone to recover becouse im not a psychiatrist and i dont have the knowledge but i want everyone to know that there is always hope even tho we don't want it

[hosh-rubaa]

Who am I? A human or a monster?

A creature of light or a creature of darkness?

Who am I? A human or a monster..

I search for answers,

But they seem out of reach,

As if my soul isn't in my body,

But beyond my reach..

Who am I?

My soul isn't in my body,

I feel detached,

Like an observer of my own story.

I ask myself,

Who am I,

And what do I want?

What is the purpose of this life that I've been given to haunt?

I try to understand the path that lies ahead,

But the fog is thick,

And my thoughts are a thread.

I search for peace,

For a way to find my place,

In a world that's ever-changing,

Where nothing seems to stay in place.

I look within myself,

To the depths of my soul,

But the mirror reflects back a stranger, a hole.

I look in the mirror,

But what do I see?

A reflection that's not quite me.

I'm searching for something,

But what is it?

A sense of purpose, A place to fit.

I try to make sense of the fragments of my being,

But the pieces don't fit,

And the puzzle's deceiving.

Maybe it's in the journey,

In the twists and turns around.

Who am I?

A question that haunts me day and night,

A quest for understanding,

A search for light..

"Who I am?" by –Nyx

–Artist credit @disproportionatelysculpting thanks my SHUBHCHINTAK.

[serenityquest]