#recovery gifts

[danny-pino-group-therapy]

Gifts from my sister @irishavengersassemble is the best way to head for surgery. Plenty to keep me busy during recovery and laugh at too. This photo…I’m dead. 😂🍆🐺

[janicegshop]

What's a God box in AA?

In AA, a God box is a small container or box that is used to symbolize turning over problems or worries to a higher power. The idea behind the God box is that individuals write down their worries or concerns on a slip of paper and then place it in the box as a way of relinquishing control and trusting in a higher power to handle the situation.

The God box is often used as a tool in Step 3 of the 12 Steps of Alcoholics Anonymous, which involves making a decision to turn one's will and life over to the care of a higher power as the individual understands it.

[mobius-m-mobius]

Loki S2 Anniversary x Episode 1 - "Ouroboros"

[positivelyadhd]

i have been reading through the diary I kept from ages 14-17 and realising how helpful it can be to keep a record of how you're feeling at different moments.

not only is it helpful to write down and process how your feeling and give yourself time to truly think about it, it's nice to have something to look back on. to not just remember how you felt about a certain situation but to actually have yourself from that time tell you.

and also, from an adhd perspective, it's really lovely to have reminders of things I'd almost entirely forgotten. it's easy to think that your life right now isn't interesting, but in 5 years time? to know what songs you were listening to or book you were reading or even that Thing that you were so worried about but now you can't even remember the details. it's nice to have a physical reminder that time passes and things really can get better.

[thoradvice]

you don't have to live up to other people's expectations of you to be worth something. you have inherent value, and inherently deserve love and kindness. you'll find meaning in life outside of academics or skills, for there is so much more out there.

it's okay if you aren't what your parents or teachers wanted. you're you, and that'll always be enough.

[thepeacefulgarden]

[catastrxblues]

EVERMORE by taylor swift (feat. bon iver) — “and i was catching my breath, floors of a cabin creaking under my step. and i couldn’t be sure, i had a feeling so peculiar, this pain wouldn’t be forevermore.”

my #swiftiegiftexchange2024 for @lovesickallovermybed!!!! 🫶🏽🫶🏽

[sunshineandlyrics]

🇪🇸 v 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

[puppetmaster13u]

Blame the Sims for this but-

Poly Bruce/Clark/Lois scenario with Vampire batfamily, save for Tim whose a werewolf, and of course Alien superfamily. Lois is also completely human. Probably. No one knows for sure.

Bonus Danny Phantom crossover of them getting together via them trying to adopt ghost child and ending up coparenting instead.

[honeycollectswhump]

Augusnippets Day 14

toys/gifts/celebration

CW: self deprecation, fear of abandonment

Zero new messages.

Whumpee stared at their phone for what felt like the hundredth time. Still, it didn’t change the fact that Caretaker hadn’t opened their messages yet, or even went online. Their last message read “im busy today, sry” and they seemed to mean it. Even though every other time, Caretaker found time in their day to respond to Whumpee’s more and more frantic texts, today they might as well have disappeared off of the planet.

They couldn’t help but worry. What if Caretaker had grown tired of them, leaving like it was their right from the beginning? Whumpee was annoying, clingy even, practically stuck to Caretaker’s side like a parasite. 

Or horribly, frighteningly worse. What if something had happened to Caretaker? What if Whumper was really still out there and now struck, taking sweet revenge?

It was evening by now, without any response from their only friend. It wasn’t like they could just go outside, for a walk perhaps. The thought scared them too much. Instead, they paced for the dozenth time from their bedroom, over to the kitchen, rearranging decor and spices in an attempt to feel busy. 

Ping.

Whumpee lunged towards their phone like an attacking dog, nearly dropping it twice in their desperate attempt to unlock it. God, they were pathetic.

”are u home rn?” was all the message read. But it was from Caretaker! The relief was overwhelming! They still cared after all!

Their fingers couldn’t type the message fast enough, the embarrassing amount of typos betraying their desperation. Now Whumpee only had to wait for a response. They could do that. Patiently.

Suddenly, a knock on their door ripped them out of their trance of staring at the screen, waiting for a sign, any sign. Reluctantly, they put their phone in their pocket and made their way over to the door. It was rare, almost humiliatingly so, that they got any visitors. But it couldn’t be…

“Who is there?” Carefully, Whumpee put their ear to the door. 

“It’s me, Whumpee.” Came Caretaker’s voice, immediately lifting Whumpee’s spirits high up, their chest feeling light and breezy. They could hear Caretaker giggle, sounding like a wind chime. “Open the door please, I’m really struggling over here.”

Whumpee fumbled with their multiple locks as quickly as they could. This was what they had been waiting for their entire day.

Caretaker was waiting outside, an awkward grin on their face. “Happy Birthday, my darling.”

Dumbly, they could only stare, from the cake —the cake?— Caretaker was holding towards them to their expectant face. 

“I… I don’t remember my birthday…I don’t have one.” Whumpee stuttered. In the past year, they had come to terms with the things, the memories, they lost. Their birthday was just one of many.

”I know,” Caretaker replied sheepishly, “but i realized, you know, it’s been exactly a year since you escaped. And look how far you have gotten! That’s almost like a birthday, isn’t it?” They stopped, searching Whumpee’s face for any reaction. “We, we don’t have to do this of course. It can just be a cake for no reason.”

”My… my birthday…” They stared at the cake. “I could… choose my birthday?”

The thought was strange and new to them, so contrary to their feelings of having lost something irreplaceable. It had never even crossed their mind before. Their own birthday, the start of their new life so to speak. 

“… I’d like that.” They smiled and Caretaker’s face lit up instantly.

”I’m glad! Because I may have brought a bit more than just cake.” Turning around, they revealed a small package lying behind their feet. Somehow, Caretaker managed to hold the cake in one hand and pick the present up with the other, letting themselves into Whumpee’s apartment.

Still a bit dumbfounded, Whumpee followed them, watching as they arranged the cake and gift on the table. Caretaker fished out a candle and a lighter out of their pocket, decorating the cake (lemon, their favourite kind, Whumpee noticed belatedly) and then held out the present towards them. 

„Happy Birthday!“

@augusnippets

[danielleelizabethhh]

Six Years

Six years later

The sunrise glows through my glass painted windows

Six years later

I drive in my car with my windows

down as the wind is kissing my cheeks

Six years later

I’m singing the songs that reminds me

of my heart breaks

Six years later

I’m writing poetry about the ones who

left their imprints on my heart

Six year later

I’m alive

and sharing nothing but

love

with the world-

even though the darkness

was my

closest

friend

[janicegshop]

5 Tips to Help You Stay Sober

Discover New Stress-Relieving Techniques

Find an Interesting Activity

Discover Techniques for Managing Your Urges

Begin Creating a Support Network

Avoid putting yourself in dangerous situations.

[fatehbaz]

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[positivelyadhd]

i know the mortifying ordeal of being known ect ect but what about how much of a gift that can truly be?

people are reminded of you when they see something you love the same way you are reminded of them, the baristas at the coffee place remembering your order, getting to be the kind stranger that made someone feel a little better on a bad day.

each time you go out, whatever you touch, whatever you do, can have an impact on someone. while that can sometimes feel like the scariest thing in the world it's a huge part of the gift of being alive

[thepeacefulgarden]