#mental support everyday.

[judasiskariot]

Sometimes the pain makes you wanting to quit.

I get it.

There is no sun in the dark.

In the darkness there is nothing worth to endure this pain. It shall just end.

But the sun is still out there.

It will rise.

It will rise again. Even for you.

And you will be able to see it again, feel its warmth again.

It's not easy.

It will never be.

You are so strong for keep doing it. For still going.

I am proud of you.

Your pain is not in vain. It matters. It is not lost.

Just promise me to be there, to open your eyes, reach out and take my hand to see the sun rising. Again. Together.

[unfilteredrealities]

Schrödingers Chronic Illness ™️ is living inside of this body

[cufflinksandsnapbacks]

*goes to tumblr*

*scroll tags*

*makes a post*

I really do miss Taron. Hope he had a fun Christmas

[demadogs]

im so bad at separating the art from the artist

[sophiethewitch1]

music from 2018 you are my mental health

[skinnypaleangryperson]

It's a little bit harder to function every time I see someone on this app coming at fanfic writers as an insult because apparently it's considered the general stereotype for the average fanfic writer to not be talented, and that is a blackly crippling narrative to be told every time I look up any media on the internet, even on here, which is literally the place for fanfiction, especially since as a struggling individual in a world like this it's all that I have

[spoonie-support]

Ugh I found out on Wednesday that my psychiatrist office does drug testing. He asked if I smoked and I was honest and told him yes it helps me cope with life. Today I messaged and asked me smoking and failing drug tests would affect my treatment.

His response was "Abstinence is always preferred. Chronic THC use can cause worsened anxiety, mood, and irritability. I've not seen any data specifically about using THC while doing therapy but I would not recommend it. I do not know of any specific issues with the medications. I tend to discuss with patients early on in treatment but deferred it for your first visit. "

Am I fucked and have to stop?? 😫😫😫😫😫

[docareto]

Self-Care Secrets for a Happier, Healthier You

Welcome to Do Care blog, where we’re all about making your health journey a little bit easier and a whole lot happier. Today, we’re diving into the world of self-care secrets tips and why it’s not just a trendy buzzword—it’s a crucial part of maintaining both your mental and physical health. Let’s explore some simple yet effective self-care strategies that can help you feel your best every day.

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[unfilteredrealities]

Don’t forget to unclench your jaw and - Hey! You! Yes you! Stop chewing the inside of your cheek!

Drink a glass of water if you can and reminder to take your meds in case you forgot to take them!

You are loved and I’m glad you exist ❤️🫂 I’m glad you are coexisting with me ���

[myrtaceaae]

I hate how mental illness has fucked me over. I often need help getting breakfast because I find all the steps too confusing. I've been making my own breakfast for 22 years, but in the last 2 - 2.5 years my base level of functioning has degraded significantly.

I am stable. I am thriving. I need help to put cereal in a bowl and pour milk over it.

Anyways lmao this is life with bipolar 1 & c-ptsd

[excelsior9173]

thank the gods for gentle, loving animals. we don’t deserve them. i am having a really difficult anxiety day, everything is setting me off and I’m constantly on the verge of a panic attack. but the two little dogs i’m looking after for work are being so sweet. i haven’t been left alone today. the one has kept himself draped across my lap no matter what, and the other stays tucked up between my legs as much as she can as well

i cannot overstate how helpful animals are when i’m in a panicky state. they keep me steady, and as clear headed as possible.

[tiredtriedfailures]

"you cant be a self aware asshole you gotta stop being an asshole" by burnham continues to claim assholes who just cant change everything about them, 17 more dead, 32 in critical condition

[erstwhile-elster]

i do not know how to explain to my mother that No I don't look at the future optimistically and there are number of reasons why

[firas-salem]

My Daughter just told me her wish for her third Birthday is to sleep on her bed and before that take a bath with bubbles

I pray to God everyday that all of this doesn't scar them mentally and leave them with untreatable traumas just like us . I pray that they aren't as aware as they seem ! The happy façade held especially by Rokayah keeps fading away everyday.. Hopefully when we reach her birthday on December, this war would end and all of us would be Safe ! 🙏 Thank you all .. Whenever depression and fear get to me like today I think about all of you guys who keep helping us and supporting us by every means possible, we feel heard and supported ,loved and cared for . God BLESS You All 🙏🙏🙏💕 Forever Indebted to All of you ! PLEASE Donate and share Verified by @el-shab-hussein Here

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[no-144444]

guilt tripping- o.piastri

summary: oscar asks something of you that you know you can't do. you do it anyway and it ends in you two almost breaking up. almost.

pairing: oscar piastri x fem! chronic illness! reader

a/n: hey yall, I just broke two ribs (lol) and got diagnosed with a chronic illness (lmao) so I might not be posting as frequently- just dealing with it physically and mentally so yah 😹

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“I don’t know if I can go,” you sighed, feeling even worse. 

“That’s alright,” he assured you, but you could hear the way his excitement depleted and his mood lowered. 

“M-maybe I can work something out, I don’t want to leave you alone,” your guilt grew everyday, this wasn’t healthy for either of you. 

“I don’t want you over-exerting yourself,” he spoke softly into the phone. “I’ll just ask mum if she has any friends that want to go or something. She always brings a million people with her.”

“I don’t want to leave you hanging Oscar. Melbourne is a big race. I’d be happy to come over like a week before, and then come to the race once I’ve had a few days to heal,” you bargained. A 22 hour connecting flight was not something you’d ever wanted to do. You couldn’t do it. You knew the pain would be too bad, yet you still stood there, offering it anyway. “And then I’d come for the race on Sunday, or just small bits on all the days.”

“Really?” his voice picked up, excited now. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure Osc, I love seeing you race,” your smile was more of a grimace than anything, but still, the guilt in your chest lessened as you listened to Oscar speak animatedly about the race weekend, while your anxiety ran through the roof. You couldn’t do all the things he wanted you to do, you never could. This had been a problem at the beginning of your relationship, every time he’d plan a date that wasn’t dinner or a movie, you’d have to break the news that a 15 kilometre hike wasn’t something you’d be able to do on a whim. Things like that took planning, physio, and preparation. Your chronic illness was no joke, and had limited you since you were a teenager. In the past few years he’d gotten much better at everything, from helping you with your physio exercises, attending pilates classes with you, knowing what to do on bad pain days, and always looking out for you in public. You knew he was just getting away with himself, and you didn't want to disappoint, so you agreed to it all, hoping against hope that it wouldn’t be a bad week of pain or flare-ups wise. 

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You got into Melbourne and sobbed when you got in the car. Thankfully, it was Hattie picking you up, so she just held your hand as you silently cried, the joint and too much to bear. You went straight to bed as Hattie explained to the rest of the house that you were exhausted, and Oscar took it at face value. You usually get extremely tired after long days, and you’d just had a 22-hour day of travel. 

“I’ll go check on her-” he started, desperate to see you but Hattie cut him off. 

“NO!” she squeaked, trying to not sound suspicious. Oscar raised an eyebrow. “She’s really tired and she’s already gone to sleep.”

“Yeah, well I’m tired so I’m going to bed,” he explained, stretching then yawning. 

“Osc,” Hattie sighed, knowing she had to tell him. “She’s not… alright. She can’t do 22 hour travel days like you or I can. She has Lupus and she’s still trying to figure out her medication, so it hurts all the time. She cried from the airport to here, all to support you because you asked her to, and she feels guilty every single time she can’t say yes. She’s done real damage to herself by coming here. I want you to understand that, do you understand that?” 

Oscar nodded, because the other option was breaking down into tears. Yes, he’d felt guilty that he couldn’t be there to take care of you while travelling, and he knew he was asking a lot of you when he asked. The guilt settled deep in his stomach and made him nauseous, but still he continued on to his bedroom where you were sleeping peacefully. He could see the puffy eyes, the red nose, the open bottles of medication on the nightstand. He wrapped an arm around your waist, another in your hair and pulled you as close as possible, whispering teary sorrys into your ear. 

When you woke up the next morning, you knew what you had to do. This wasn’t fair on either of you, and you needed to make a change. You quickly (but silently) got up, and started to leave the room, but Oscar grabbed ahold of your hand before you could leave. 

“Please don’t sneak out on me,” he begged, sitting up. He looked wrecked, puffy eyes, red rose- had he been crying? God, had you made him cry? 

“Osc, what’s wrong?” you asked, concern clear as day on your face as you cupped his face with your hands.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I knew I was asking too much when I asked you to come here, I’m so sorry.”

Your heart tightened in your chest. “Osc, I’m alright, I was just tired last night and-”

“Hattie told me,” his voice was deep, deeper than usual, and he pressed a gentle kiss to your hand. “And I’m so sorry.”

“Osc, I could’ve said no if I didn’t think I was able for it,” you tried to reassure him but he shook his head. 

“Y/n, you did say no and I didn’t take it as an answer,” he scoffed. 

You were stunned into silence. “I think we need to have a talk about us, Osc.”

He nodded, taking your hands in his. 

“This isn’t fair on you. I know I can't control my illness, and neither can you. It sucks, but it’s a fact. I wish I could be there for every single race and cheer you on with the other girls, but I can’t. It’s not in the cards for me right now, and I don’t know when it will be. Oscar, I love you so much, and you’ve been with me through everything and I know you deserve someone who can always be there for you, and I’m not that person right now. I love you but I know it’s not enough,” You finally looked at him and he was biting his lip as tears streamed down his cheeks. “I’m sorry.”

He shook his head and stood up, dropping your hands as he paced his bedroom. “You know how much I love you, don’t you?” he asked and you nodded as you held back more tears. “So you know that I still feel your support even when we’re in different time zones or on different continents, right? You know that I value you being in as little pain as possible more than being at the barricade after a race, right? You know that I fucking love you more than I love racing, right? Y/n, I’ve been here the entire time, since we were 14 years old. You’re the reason I get in the car, you make me better, all the time it’s just you. I plan on being with you for my whole life, Y/n. I want to be there for everything. I plan to sit there through every appointment about medication until you find the one that actually helps you, I plan on being there for every day where you don’t feel up to it, I plan on being there for you, always. I never want to let go of you, and yeah, it is nice to be able to see you after a race, and I know that because fucking facetime exists. If you still want to break up because I fucked up by asking you to come here, go ahead, but don’t ever think that I’m without because I’m with you. I am so in love with you, Y/n. I mean it. I want to marry you one day, I want a family with you, I want to be old with you so we get to reminisce on the good ol’ days and make some more while we have time. ‘The good ol’ days’ will be the days I spend with you. More than any race win, more than any trophy, or than anything. My favourite part about a race weekend is coming home because I know no matter what my result was, you’ll be there with open arms, loving me anyways. You’re more than enough for me.”

You crossed the room and wrapped your arms around him, crying into his hoodie as he held you. “I love you too.”

After a few moments of both of you calming down, he finally spoke. “Can you forgive me for being such an asshole?” he asked, wiping his eyes. 

You nodded, a small smile on your face. “I can, can you forgive me for being such an idiot?”

He chuckled. “You’re no idiot,” he picked you up and gently placed you back on the bed lying beside you. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.”

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[tf2heritageposts]

alright so

we really fucking hate doing this, especially since we were already begging for money with another gofundme just a few months ago, but things cannot stop getting worse in our household. our mom is borderline having a psychotic episode everyday, and she thinks she has parasites that only she can see. she is trying to extort us into forcing us to stay in a house she knows damn well why we hate it here. she also threw a dog over a hotel railing during a PSTD episode she had while she ran away from the house because she said we didn't love her anymore. our grandma is an abusive maniac who screams at us until we're in tears, and holds keeping our pet rabbit over our head. she has caused us so much pain, and even has invited our dad who sent us to a mental hospital to our graduation. our grandpa is a qanon psychopath(so is our grandma) who keeps trying to convert us back into christianity.

this place has broken our mind over 400 times, and we want out so so so so so so bad

so, we are doing this one final time. we are going to try and get the money for a car to get the fuck out of here and go to the college we got accepted to. we're making a new gofundme so we can properly keep track of the money from this

our c/shapp is $theteufortdozen , our vnmo is @/theteufortdozen, and here is a link to our k-fi and gofundme