#recovery

[daily-reminders-that-ur-enough]

You are not doomed. The world is not hopeless.

[rachelillustrates]

Tags from @curioscurio

"No one can love you until you love yourself" is like the worst possible way of articulating "if you don't respect and value yourself, it's very easy to become attracted to people who don't treat you right and then justify their mistreatment, so be careful."

[thepeacefulgarden]

[daily-reminders-that-ur-enough]

You deserve joy

[serenityquest]

[girlactionfigure]

The body of fallen IDF hero, Oron Shaul, was recovered in a secret IDF / Shabak operation in Gaza

Oron Shaul was taken hostage in 2014 by Hamas. The assumption was that he was taken hostage while dead.

CLEARED FOR PUBLICATION:

In a secret overnight operation, the Israel Defense Forces (IDF) and the Shin Bet recovered the remains of fallen soldier Oron Shaul, who was killed on July 20, 2014, during the battle of Sajaiyah as part of Operation Protective Edge, and whose body was taken by the terrorist organization Hamas.

Efforts to repatriate him, including the collection of information and intelligence by the Prisoners of War and Missing Persons Headquarters and the Intelligence Department's Special Operations Forces, have continued over the past decade.

Following an identification process conducted by the Forensic Institute and the Military Rabbinate, IDF and Shin Bet officials informed the family this morning.

May his memory be a blessing.

[sm0ke4brainz]

guys this might turn into a recovery account😭tldr i lost too much weight and started having health complications, everyones been worried about me so i might have to get to a healthy weight again🫶🏻pls stay safe ily all recovery is always an option

[cheerfulomelette]

[image ID]

A poem, entitled "unrequited feelings"

you did not

do anything wrong

it just didn't work out

that's all

- note to self

[end image ID]

[ed-recoverry]

Though I know many on here aren’t on Tiktok and are pretty against it (for very valid reasons), I do want to shoutout everyone who does use Tiktok and the ban is really upsetting. I know I have been on the same account since January 2016. I’ve grown up on it and I also use it recreationally even now, as I assume many of us do. It’s personalized entertainment that makes us feel seen, validated, and even makes us laugh. It’s very rational to be upset that it was unjustly taken away from you. You are allowed to be upset and morn.

And to those who aren’t on Tiktok and dislike it, I ask that you don’t make this an “I told you so” moment or minimize the severity of the ban. Because even though the ban doesn’t affect you, if you are American, the ban should terrify you. And for non-Americans, I just ask that you extend some sympathy.

This is an aggravating situation for everyone. It will be harder for some than others to get through such a massive change. Because whether or not you like it, 175 million people who regularly spent lots of time on an app now have zero access to it. And especially for those who are struggling and don’t have real life communities, that can be really tough.

I just ask for people to recognize the severity of the ban and how this can be really hard for some people.

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

Shae & woodworker story cont'd

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8

Author's Notes: sorry it's been a while :')

Content Warnings: tiny whump, faerie whump, injury, difficulty breathing, caretaking, unintentionally painful caretaking

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The first thing the human does upon bringing Shae upstairs is clean him off. He turns on the water in the kitchen - just a light trickle, checking that the water is neither too hot nor too cold - and then holds him under it, using his strong but gentle hands to wash away all the dust. Whenever Shae coughs the man holds him to the water so he can drink some. It is such a relief he could cry, if only he had the strength.

"Let's take a look," the man says calmly. He sits at the kitchen table and lies Shae on a folded apron. Shae winces and tries to roll onto his side, off of his splinter-riddled back. The man notices and helps him, drawing in a sharp breath when he sees the damage. "Ouch. Alright, let me get some things..."

He disappears for a few minutes, though Shae can hear him moving around in other parts of the house. Shae sighs and presses his face against the soft, clean fabric of the apron. It smells like the human, and he is surprised to find that that is a comfort to him. He even starts to doze off a little, but is woken by the man's returning footsteps.

"Still with me?" he asks, leaning down to look at Shae's face.

Shae opens his eyes and nods weakly.

"Good. So, uh - I'm going to pull these splinters out of your back and clean the wounds. And it's going to hurt, and I'm really sorry for that, but it has to be done. Do you understand?"

Tears fill Shae's eyes. He doesn't know how he can possibly stand any more pain, but with every shift and breath he can feel the slivers of wood in his skin like little daggers, and he knows the human is right - they have to go. So Shae nods again.

"It's going to be okay."

The man takes a pair of tweezers and leans close to Shae, who shudders a little at the feeling of being loomed over. He closes his eyes and clutches the apron in his fists as the tweezers grab onto the first and largest splinter. At the slightest pull sharp pain shoots across his skin. Shae lets out a hoarse cry and instinctively tries to pull away, but the human's hand closes over his lower half, not enough to hurt, but enough to keep him pinned in place. Still, it's enough to make Shae panic, and the man quickly steps away, withdrawing his hands.

He gives Shae several minutes to calm down, and feeds him water through a dropper when he starts to cough. When Shae is breathing evenly again, he picks up the tweezers. "I won't hold you down. But I need you to stay still, yeah?"

I'll try, Shae thinks. He bites down on the fabric and braces himself. He whines as the tweezers close on a splinter and once again start to pull. After a little resistance, the splinter slips free and Shae feels a trickle of fresh blood run down his skin.

"You're doing great," the human says quietly, giving his cheek a little rub. Despite his fear, the compliment bolsters him. Shae sniffles and remains still as the next splinter is removed, and the next, and the next.

By the end he is shaking like a leaf. But if he thought that was bad, it's nothing compared to when the human wets a clean cloth with something from a bottle and presses it to Shae's back. The stinging pain erupts into a burning one, a pain that darkens his vision and steals his breath. Shae lets out a feeble sound, vaguely aware of the human muttering apologies as he quickly cleans the blood from the faerie's scraped and punctured skin.

Eventually the damp cloth disappears and the human gently rubs something onto the skin, then applies a clean, dry strip of gauze and secures it with a bandage. This dulls the fierce agony considerably, allowing Shae to catch his breath and wipe the tears from his eyes. To his relief, the human steps away, giving him some time to recover.

He is close to falling asleep when Shae feels himself being gently manhandled, turned over onto his back, which has gone pleasantly numb. Still, the rest of him hurts no less than before, and he groans at the movement.

"Sorry...just treating this burn..." The man smooths a gel across the inflamed, blistered skin of Shae's belly. It hurts only a moment before a cool tingling kicks in and the pain eases. A bandage is wrapped around his middle.

The human finds every injury, however small, until the wounded little faerie is clean, bandaged, and treated with medicine. He takes sips of water and apple juice, and soon the fits of coughing come less frequently and Shae feels less like he might faint at any moment. He is far from okay, but is so, so grateful for any relief he can get.

"Um..." While the man is capping a bottle, Shae sits up and timidly waves for his attention.

Clearly surprised, the human sets the bottle down and leans close. "What is it? Do you need something."

Unable to voice it, Shae simply points at one of the man's hand's - large, strong, scarred and calloused, he feared them all this time, when they have been nothing but gentle with him. At the request, the man places his hand on the table in front of Shae, remaining as still as he can. Shae crawls into it and hugs his thumb.

"Oh..." The man hesitates, then pets Shae's hair. "You must have been really scared down there, huh?" He cradles the faerie in both hands and holds him to his chest. It's warm, so warm, the fabric of his shirt soft, the beat of his heart strong and steady when Shae presses his ear to it and sighs.

He can feel movement, the human carrying him somewhere. Shae expects it to be the box in the living room where he has been sleeping, and is surprised when instead he is carried upstairs to the man's bedroom. Shae sits up enough to look at it - simple, a little messy, but cozy.

"I think you should stay up here until you're better, in case you need anything. I hope that's ok."

Continuing to hold Shae with one hand, the man puts together a new improvised little bed of blankets in the half-open bedside table drawer. He carefully settles Shae onto it, and after the last few nights spent in the cold, dark crevice in the wall, letting his body sink into the warm, soft pile of fabric is like heaven. Already drowsy, when the man drapes a scarf over him and shuts off the light, Shae begins to drift off to sleep to the sounds of the human readying himself for bed.

The last thing he's aware of is his hair being pet and a voice whispering, "good night". For the first time in a long time, Shae smiles.

[zxloftt]

uGUGUGGHGHSH I WANNA CUT RIGHT MEOWWWWWWW !!!! I HATE FORCED RECOVERY RAHHH!! ITS MY BODY MOMM LET ME CUTTT EYAHHH!H!H!!!!!

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[coke4life]

the way vodka and a cig would cure all my problems right now.

[thepeacefulgarden]

[howtomakeyousee]

[1m-l1v1ng-h3ll]

Thank you for saying this ive been saying this for ages but i still barely see anyone else talking about it online

No matter what reason you have for hurting yourself you are still valid

No matter how you choose to hurt yourself you are still valid

No matter how deep you c^t if you chose to c^t you are still valid

Nothing will change it you will always be valid no matter what anyone else says

People who self harm only for attention are just as valid as people who self harm for any other reason.

Seriously.

Parents often make the mistake of dismissing their child’s self harm as “attention seeking” when it’s otherwise.

But what always gets me is that, even if a child is harming themselves solely to get attention, that is a huge problem they need help for!

If a person has to go as far as to cause physical harm to themselves in order to gain what they feel as the proper amount of attention, that is someone who needs help ASAP.

No matter the form, no matter the severity, no matter the reason, self harm is a sign of severe distress that deserves immediate, intense attention.

And no one will ever convince me otherwise.