#trauma and then therapy

[localcanadiancreature62]

My stance on how i treat my blorbos ISN'T "I can fix them" "I can make them worse". It's actually "I'll break them and THEN fix them". Like they'll go through the most traumatic, unimaginable horrors ever and they'll get therapy as well as a drinky drink if they were a good sport about the Horrors™. You see i like to see my faves heal,but to see them heal i have to hurt them.

Rant under the cut.

I'm not like other angst writers who are allergic to happiness *looks at my mutuals Aria and Angst*. They just have to go through a horrifically terrible time before having a good time. I literally give all of my faves more baggage than they already have only to fix it soon after pfft. Also i don't like sad endings,i physically cannot write them, because i will Cry. Like what even is the point of making them go through the Horrors if they come out as an unrecognizable husk after?. I break them and i fix them,but other people just break them break them break them break them break them until there's nothing left. Like i get where you're coming from. Becoming totally changed by trauma that there's no coming back is interesting. But like,bruh. Not my cup of tea. K rant over. Thank you for listening to my ted talk.

[jesusinstilettos]

I’m about to save you thousands of dollars in therapy by teaching you what I learned paying thousands of dollars for therapy:

It may sound woo woo but it’s an important skill capitalism and hyper individualism have robbed us of as human beings.

Learn to process your emotions. It will improve your mental health and quality of life. Emotions serve a biological purpose, they aren’t just things that happen for no reason.

1. Pause and notice you’re having a big feeling or reaching for a distraction to maybe avoid a feeling. Notice what triggered the feeling or need for a distraction without judgement. Just note that it’s there. Don’t label it as good or bad.

2. Find it in your body. Where do you feel it? Your chest? Your head? Your stomach? Does it feel like a weight everywhere? Does it feel like you’re vibrating? Does it feel like you’re numb all over?

3. Name the feeling. Look up an emotion chart if you need to. Find the feeling that resonates the most with what you’re feeling. Is it disappointment? Heartbreak? Anxiety? Anger? Humiliation?

4. Validate the feeling. Sometimes feelings misfire or are disproportionately big, but they’re still valid. You don’t have to justify what you’re feeling, it’s just valid. Tell yourself “yeah it makes sense that you feel that right now.” Or something as simple as “I hear you.” For example: If I get really big feelings of humiliation when I lose at a game of chess, the feeling may not be necessary, but it is valid and makes sense if I grew up with parents who berated me every time I did something wrong. So I could say “Yeah I understand why we are feeling that way given how we were treated growing up. That’s valid.”

5. Do something with your body that’s not a mental distraction from the feeling. Something where you can still think. Go on a walk. Do something with your hands like art or crochet or baking. Journal. Clean a room. Figure out what works best for you.

6. Repeat, it takes practice but is a skill you can learn :)

[walkerrenee]

sometimes i randomly remember how insane maggie stiefvater was for making ronan lynch—a man that can create reality—a man of god, when he himself is a god of a man. then to take this man and have him be not only in love with, but a literal soulmate of a man named adam. parrish. adam parrish. who, mind you, lives above ronan's very own place of worship. and is the namesake of the first of mankind that the bible says god made from the literal dust of the ground (adam parrish: comes from nothing, hair "dusty" in color) and appoints him to care for the garden of eden (adam parrish: sacrifices himself to ronan's sentient forest). then has adam viewing ronan as a god and ronan saying "maybe he dreamt (created)" adam???? like who just fucking writes that and goes about their life?

[animentality]

[little-tiffany]

Don't sabotage your future peace because familiar chaos is comfortable.

[songthursh]

Also a sunflower, because @stupidlynx have amazing songs for these two ///

[lygma-nygma]

Being a batfam fan is funny because people will make a post like “here’s my headcanon-“ and it’s just something that’s directly canon to the story then post about major canon events and get everything wrong.

[shutupineedtothink]

Obsessed with the idea that The Road is making these women deal with their trauma, and somehow that trauma is both individual AND intergenerational within each of them because they've lived for so long through so many different time periods where (witchy) women were persecuted in different ways physically, socially, etc. Then you have Alice, who actually has generational family trauma to deal with around her mother and whatever curse may or may not be passed down to her. (Side note: that makes her like a normal age, right?) Lilia also seemed to deal with some kind of ancestral trauma in her ep. 3 vision, maybe? And then there's the whole maiden mother crone thing, where Agatha literally seems to be carrying these three generations of women around her neck, which is a symbol of protection but also a burden, as it's a locket that (probably) carries the hair of her (not?) dead child, which is her biggest trauma - and a symbol that for her, the line ends here, there will be no future generations to carry on. Idk I'm rambling but it's fascinating yall. Can't wait to see what kinda shit Rio has to deal with.

[softnoodlesdoodles]

✨️ feeling your feelings ✨️

Who else hates it?

[modawg]

percy is a very expressive person, when he’s happy it pulls his face into a bright grin, when he’s angry his face is pulled tight, when he’s worried his brows knit together, when he cry’s he can’t stop the tears from falling, he worries his bottom lip and though he’s the son of posídeon he can never fully get rid of the wetness around his eyes

annabeth loves his expressions, she likes being able to read him like that

she has her favorites, his mischievous smile, the curl of his brow

and she has her least favorites, the one she hates, the blank stare he gets after something terrible has happened

the one that means he’s not really there, the one that looks like he’s taken a step back from his mind, it being too horrible for him to watch

she could count the number of times she’s seen it on her hands, she could see him standing there a empty vessel as apollo took rachel his only mortal friend, as they huddled around luke’s dead body, the same with selina, with charlie, when he thought tyson had died

during the war when he would simply watch over new york, telling her about how weird it was to see his friends bodies, children’s bodies, laid out in the city he grew up in. the young memories he had growing up being splattered with blood

she could remember being in the plane flying away from atlas, her arm intertwined with his, he was shaking, one hand holding riptide and the other holding a small statue, gripping them tight like he was scared the shaking would knock them out of his grasp. thalia had told her there was another girl on the quest to get her, bianca di angelo, that the statue was the last of her. she had looked at percy, his forehead pressed against the glass, his eyes almost unseeing. he didn’t say anything.

she could remember when percy had found out sally was gone, when chiron had given her praise calling her brave, percy had stared at a corner of the room, unmoving.

it was a expression annabeth was a little scared of, one she was getting used to after tarturus.

one she still didn’t truly understand how to help with.

one that made her want to hide him away from the rest of the world, curl him into the crook of her neck and never let go

[loveelizabeths]

love elizabeth s.

[bet-on-me-13]

Steph's Year of Recovery

So! Danny noticed that a new face had made it's way into town. Two new faces actually, an older lady known as Dr Leslie, and a girl about his age called Steph.

He first met them when he was at the hospital for one of his parents. They had stood too close to an explosion again, and he met them while he was in the waiting Area.

Dr Leslie was a strict but obviously caring older woman, who seemed to be the one taking care of Steph as a kind of maternal figure, or maybe more like an Aunt. She greeted him simply and then walked away to talk with the Secretary, leaving him to talk to Steph.

Steph was a blond girl in a Wheelchair, and he could see bandages piking out of her clothes as he talked to her. She explained that she had been in an Accident a few weeks ago that left her wheelchair bound for a while, and that she had come to Amity for their surprisingly good Medical Centers.

He and Steph got along really well, and by the end of it he asked her for her Number so they could continue talking later. They stayed in touch, and when she was finally permitted to leave the Hospital, he introduced her to his friends. They all got along like a House on Fire, both figuratively and in one memorable case very literally (Vlad had pissed them off okay!)

Eventually Steph recovered enough that she moved from a Wheelchair to Crutches, and their shenanigans got even more chaotic (Vlad hadn't even pissed them off, this time was just for fun)

The only thing Danny could complain about was the fact that Steph was hiding something from them.

She said that she had been in an Accident a while ago, which was why they had come to Amity in the first place. But Danny knew it was more than that.

He could sense lingering traces of Death coming from her after all.

...

Steph honestly loved her current life.

Sure she had lost everything, her home, her health, her friends, her life, but she had gained new things too! Like Danny and the Gang! They were honestly some of the best friends she had ever had, and for some reason they just clicked with her instantly.

Danny was interesting and funny, Sam was vegan and a badass, Tucker was smart and witty, they all fit with her personality perfectly! It almost felt like she bad been friends with them for years. (She ignored the way her heart skipped a beat when she saw them)

But she still couldn't shake the sense that they were hiding something from her.

She knew it had something to do with the Ghost Problem in the town. And wasn't that a kicker, there was a whole Supernatural Ghost Outbreak in this Town and nobody knew about it. Dr Leslie had said that Amity was off the map enough to hide from Bruce, but she hadn't mentioned it was hidden from the Justice League itself!

Danny, Sam, and Tucker definitely knew more about it than they let on however. Whenever a Ghost Attack would happen, at least one of them would rush off with some practiced excuse and return after the Ghost Attack was over all dirty. She could guess what was going on, and she really didn't like it.

(This had killed her, she had died doing what they were doing, she didn't want to lose them)

Eventually she had to confront them, coincidentally on the same day they decided to confront her.

"Are you Vigilantes?" / "Did you die?"

"..."

"What?" / "What?"

[thepeacefulgarden]

[afterthelambs]

i adore Maruki as a character because he's simultaneously the most relatable depressing character that will make you cry with empathy, and the goofiest wettest cat loser in the game like what do you mean youre a licensed therapist and your first response to trauma is to brainwash a girl, project ur relationship issues onto a 17 yr old boy, and then rule the world in a golden leotard? bro went from 0 to 100 so fast??? anyway he's like 30% of the reason why p5r works as well as it does

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Group Exercise! Clap! Clap!: Hazbin Hotel

Charlie: Alright, Everyone, gather around! We're doing another singing circle!

Angel: *trying to sneak away*

Vaggie: *holds Angel at spearpoint* Oh, no. Get back there and play along.

Angel: This was stupid the last time! *grumbles as he sits down in the circle* Fucking singing and clapping like a bunch of cheerleaders. Haven't seen this much clap since I was alive.

Charlie: Don't worry, Angel! I've adjusted the song to specifically match most of our guests in a way that they may be more open and honest!

Angel: *blinks* Doubt.

Charlie: Watch! AHEM!!! *sings* I have turned all of my trauma into kinks!~

*CLAP!!! CLAP!!!*

Vaggie: *face falls* Babe!

Husk: *spits out his drink*

Alastor: A- What now?????

Lucifer: *singing* I've turned all of my trauma into kiiiiinks!~

*CLAP!!! CLAP!!!*

Charlie: Vaggie! Go!

Vaggie: Uh..... *sings awkwardly* Run a knife right down my spine?

Charlie: *wiggles her eyebrows at Vaggie* Be my Mommy~

Angel: *sings enthusiastically while swooning backwards into Husk's lap* Make me cry!~

Charlie & Lucifer: Because I've turned all of my trauma into kiiiiiiinnnks!

*CLAP!!! CLAP!!!*

Charlie: Second verse, same as the first! Husk, take it away!

Husk: YOU ALL NEED FUCKING THERAPY!!!

[little-tiffany]

My therapist said, "You like taking care of people because it heals the part of you that needed someone to take care of you."