#truly the dialogue in episode 5 is still just. chewing on it. chewing on it. chewing on it.
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We both were chosen by this destinyâŚ
Why did it have to be us?
#sorry this is soooo low energy iâm rlly down rn#heroâs purpose#loz#oot#ganondorf#link#maybe the symbolism would have been better if i did oot zelda and impa with koume and koutake#or if i did skyward sword zelda and impa with demise#but this felt Correct anyway#truly the dialogue in episode 5 is still just. chewing on it. chewing on it. chewing on it.#treating spirit of the hero as an extension of the curse that strips link of his empathy and autonomy is sooooo sexy#that itâs all morally grey that no one is correct in this conflict and there is no hero and villain#just used children groomed into a life of compulsive bloodshed at hylia and demise behest#god#hylia just Using Him against his will as he starts to crumble and ganondorf losing his humanity for his tenderness#the recognition of each other as terrified miserable children seconds before theyâre both killed. itâs so sad#bro idk major link is just a genius heâs a genius#itâs so fucking compelling and depressing and i really wish the mutually morally grey landscape would be acknowledged canonically
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Infiltrated: Part 9
A FBI Agent reader thrusts herself in the middle of the Reaper investigation, leaving the BAU questioning if they need her. Foyet unleashes another layer to his manipulation of Aaron Hotchner and his team. Is this consulting agent trustworthy? Something about her tells Hotch that this case is just as important to her as it is him. Can she work both sides of the law to meet her means? A salacious series of smut and betrayalâŚ. Spotify playlistÂ
Setting: Season 5
Series
A/N: If you havenât seen episode 100, youâre not going to understand the leaps in this chapter. Go watch it, bring tissues. I didnât want to do an entire episode rewrite as it is phenomenal and shouldnât be touched. But I added some dialogue to continue the suspense of our readerâs fate. xoxo Stu
Warnings: Blood, violence, moral repugnancy, and general unsub behavior. Major Character Deaths. This is the definition of angst.
Aaron Hotchner had stepped down as acting Unit Chief after he felt pressured from his superiors to do so. As he looked Derek Morgan in the eye and admitted that he had been sleeping with a woman who had an unhealthy connection and possible vendetta against George Foyet, he finally saw that his judgement had been compromised. He was not fit to lead his team like this.
âWhat about Y/N?â Hotch asked Morgan after he went over everything that Garcia had compiled.
âWithholding evidence, impeding an investigation and accomplice to murder, for starters,â He replied, waiting for Hotchâs rebuttal. A lawyer always has to have the last word.
âYouâre going to arrest her? Sheâs the best link to Foyet weâve got!â Hotch was on the edge, his brain trying to keep up with the taste of copper in his mouth, he had been chewing the inside of his cheek as he had read the chat logs and looked over some grainy surveillance stills.
âOkay,â Morganâs voice was calm, yet challenging. âHow about we try it your way? Huh? Wine and dine her into handing over the unsub?â
âMorgan, thatâs not what this is about.â Hotch started. âWe need to set up a trace on her, sheâll draw him out without even realizing sheâs helping us.â
âI think we both know that sheâs better than that,â Morgan gave Hotch an indifferent head shake. Just then JJ rushed into Morganâs office with a look of revelation on her face.
âWhat if Foyet was supplementing with over-the-counter meds?â
*
The thrill of it all, thatâs what he was going to miss. Not the mindless hours of stalking his prey from afar, but the moments when sheer ingenuity paid off. Haley Hotchner fell for his distressed Marshal routine like a drunk prom date. Soon he would be rubbing Hotchnerâs face in the mess that his self-righteousness had made. George had a few stops before he would be bringing the little family together again.
He couldnât wait to see the look on Hotchnerâs face when he showed up.
You hadnât gone home since the night with Aaron, deciding to go for a run before reassessing how you could track down Kassmeyer and eventually Haley and Jack. Your burner rang in the glove compartment before you were out of the parking spot near the park fountain.
âI thought we were done with this game.â Your tone impetuous.
âI thought you should know your little buddies at the BAU caught my scent. Might want to watch your back.â
You swallowed, hard. The sweat from your run freezing down your neck and locking onto your spine. âWhy are you telling me this?â
âAlways so hostile the morning after? I guess Hotchner doesnât know how to give you the release I can.â You shouldnât have been surprised, but it still triggered your defenses.
âWhat are you going to do?â You changed the subject, not wanting to think about last night and what it meant now that the BAU were on Georgeâs tail.
âIs that concern Agent Turner? You should probably look into keeping those emotions in check. Weâre almost to the finish line.â
You felt it, the inevitability of trying and failing to control a force like the Reaper. He remained ahead of you, the FBI, the Boston PD and the US Marshals. You were truly frightened for the first time in a long time.
âUh-oh, thatâs my other phone. Sorry doll, but I think its your boyfriend on the line.â Without any formalities, the call went dead.
*
âAfter I finish you, Iâm going to find that little bastard son of yours. And Iâm going to show him both of his dead parents and Iâm gonna tell him that all of this was all your fault.â George taunted and Hotch sprung back at him.
Each punch landing on the face of pure evil, each impact satisfying fuel to his grief and guilt. The rage of his father surged through him and he let go of his years of restraint.
âOh, shit. You got me. I surrender,â George almost smiled up at him. Hotch was done listening. Each thing that this man had taken from him and others flashed through his mind as Hotchâs fist connected over and over to Foyetâs battered skull.
âTurner was right about you, Hotch. Youâre no boy scout,â George groaned, that cocky smirk sneaking up as the life left his body. Before he even heard the sirens, Derek was pulling Hotch off of Foyetâs corpse. And he crumbled.
*
Hotch had never felt relief like this before. He found Jack, safe, in the cubby beside his desk in the home office.
âI worked the case just like you said,â his innocent voice was a choir of angels.
When Jack was firmly in JJâs arms, Hotch lost his composure again. The gratitude and loss sending shock waves through his body. His feet took him back upstairs, finding Derek holding Haleyâs lifeless hand. He drew her body to his chest and let it go.
âGet out of here, go see if they need help downstairs,â Derekâs deep voice spoke to someone behind him. Hotchâs sobs shook his entire being. Derek let him be, but all too soon, the scene needed to be cleared for processing.
*
âI donât understand if Haley was killed in the front room and brought up to the bedroom, why is there so much blood in the pantry?â Emily asked quizzically to Rossi and Reid as they slowly walked out of the house.
Hotch hadnât caught the details when he stormed inside, searching for his family and for Foyet. âHow much blood?â His throat was raw.
âAt least a quart,â Reid replied. Rossi froze and looked at Hotch, something inside them both told them Foyet wasnât done yet.
Derek moved to the techs immediately, âI want this blood analyzed asap, we might have another victim out there.â
âIs there someplace he would take her?â Emily looked at Hotch concerned. âWould he have had time to kill her and move the body?â
âIf he had killed Agent Turner while he waited for Haley to meet him, he would have.â Reid suggested.
âWait, would she have known where he was taking Haley?â JJ asked.
In unison, Derek, Rossi and Hotch confirmed with a tense, âYes.â
Emily and JJ shared a confused yet weighted look.
âWe canât be sure this is Y/Nâs blood. Letâs send teams to search her place and mine. Derek, put out an APB and get a hold of Garcia to see if Y/N has somehow turned up to work today.â Hotch doled out instructions, over Derekâs authority.
*
Emily and Rossi led their team of agents up to the small apartment on the fourth floor. The old carpeting soft under their increasing footsteps.
âThereâs no way he could have dragged her up here without someone seeing him.â Emily said in disbelief.
âWell, maybe weâll get lucky and weâll get to arrest her instead.â Rossi snipped, the weariness laced through his voice. With the key they got from the super, they entered the large living-dining-kitchen combination. Splattered over every reachable inch of the main wall were photographs, maps and charts. Rossi grimaced as his team membersâ faces squinted into the distance of surveillance shots scattered before him.
âHoly-â Emily stepped back.
Rossi didnât reply, he just dialed his phone. âGarcia- send a full evidence collection crew to Y/Nâs place. We need to find her before sheâs too far gone.â
âGone? As in dead gone or off the grid gone?â Garcia squeaked over the speaker phone. Emily glanced over to Rossi, âIâll get Reid over here.â
*
You had wiped the dingy studio where you had first been with Aaron. Trying to remain calm, you pulled into your regular apartment, where George had spent the most time with you. This would take a bit more effort to clean up, but you figured the BAU had their hands full today. You had missed the SUVs on the curb since you entered from the underground parking lot. But the peons in blue windbreakers sent you back down the stairwell in a single motion. You were out of time.
*
You were walking along the quaint downtown street in a daze, your arms lolling at your sides as you hopped over the cracks in the sidewalk. Your belly was full of cotton candy, the remnants sticking between your little fingers. You were six years old.
Jumping out of the truck you waved behind you, trying to sneak in past curfew through the side door in the kitchen. The ceiling fan light whirred to life as your motherâs unamused face met you from the breakfast table. You were fifteen.
Your dad barked at the ump, the Sox were down by two. You had saved up your babysitting money all summer to buy an official jersey to wear on the first day of senior year. You couldnât believe you were almost an adult and out in the world on your own.
Running into the police department with your waitress uniform still on, your eyes burned with tears. You had heard that the FBI wasnât able to find the bastard, but you werenât going to let them quit, not yet. A younger agent asked you to calm down in a low tone, you balked at him. His dark eyes framed with impossible lashes which only made you more angry that he got to stand there looking pretty while you were a fuming mess.
Georgeâs eyes lingered on you whenever Colson took notes. There was something hypnotic about them. You had learned to channel your anger into your studies, graduating early and moving on to the academy had happened in a blur. Life as an FBI agent wasnât as glamorous or dangerous as the movies had people believe, but it got you where you wanted to go.
You hadnât expected that playing a part in this saga of violence would have you falling in love with the very agent who had turned his back on your parentsâ murders. You hadnât expected the control you had given George over your body would have been a grounding force for your tortured mind. You had lost your mission and therefore your redemption. It was time to leave the past in the past.
You got up from the bench in the library foyer and moved on.
Walking into headquarters you held up your hands, the security guards had their weapons raised as soon as they spotted you. The few agents checking in for their shifts backed them up accordingly.
âIâm here to turn myself in, but I need to see Agent Aaron Hotchner on the sixth floor first.â The head of security nodded and a heavy set man from the cyber crimes stepped behind you, locking your hands behind your back in a cold biting pair of cuffs.
The elevator ride was stuffy and filled with bitterness, your arresting agentsâ comm units buzzing over your circumstances. You wanted to make a joke, but they didnât deserve your charms at the moment. The called floor dinged and the doors spread open to their bullpen. You inched forward with the weight of the agentâs pudgy fists on your back.
âHey, guys, sorry Iâm a bit tied up at the moment. Hotch around?â You kept your head up and waited for JJ to sprint up the stairs, pass the chiefâs office and duck into the round table room. Morgan and Rossi emerged followed quickly by Hotch, who was holding Jack as the gentle smile fell from his face.
You exhaled, letting the bruises and despair of Hotchâs face tell you what you needed to know. Haley was dead. But Foyet hadnât won, not completely. Hotch stood tall and the little boy remained untouched.
âI, Y/N Y/L/N would like to make a formal confession of my crimes, Agent Hotchner. But only if you will hear me out.â
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Long, long final thoughts on Digimon Tri
Now that Digimon Tri is mostly over, you know, barring the dubs of the last two movies and all, Iâve been chewing it all over for the past couple of days and decided to post my thought here in one giant word vomit.
Good points:
Regardless of the quality of the series it was great to see all of the characters again and see how theyâve started to change. Donât tell me you didnât tear up a little when Tai and Agumon were reunited.
The Digimon themselves got a lot of great moments too, from Gomamonâs conflict with Joe, Gabumon comforting Matt, to everyone watching Gomamon comforting Matt. Tentomonâs snark in the dub is a gift.
If we're being honest then everything Gabumon did was gold though
The dub getting a good chunk of the cast back down to random characters like Taiâs mom and Ogremon, with most replacement actors either able to honor the original voice while putting their own spin on it (Kari), or do a completely different take on the character but still be able to portray them well (TK, Joe)
The dub singlehandedly redeeming the dialouge in Loss and improving the movie (Fingers crossed for Coexistance!)
Seeing all eight kids have their Digimon reach Mega level is every 90â˛s kids dream come true
Brave Heart Tri version is amazing! Easily
Joe, Tai, TK and Mimi had some nice character development moments - even if Mimiâs had little to do with the overall scenario - with Joe being the standout for me. While Meikoâs story was handled rather clunky, it wasnât a bad arc either - I'm lowkey Meiko defense squad.
The art style was a departure from Digimon as a whole but was fitting for the tone they were going for with the series. While the art and animation wasn't always consistent by any means it could get quite nice when they wanted to, with Vikemon/Rosemon vs. Imperialdramon and the bit with Meiko and Meicoomon near the end of Future being some of my favorites.
Maki is confirmed for weapons alchemist
"Little Matt"
Bad points:
The characters are written in a way that makes them seem like they don't care about anyone but Meiko for a huge chunk of the series. Leomon dies in front of them and the only one to mention him after the fact is Meiko once - the only one who truly reacts to Leomon's death is Kari, who wouldn't have even met Leomon beforehand.
Tai seemingly dies and there is barely any reaction from the kids for quite some time. Gatomon and Meicoomon fuse together into Ordinemon and only Meicoomon is mentioned until halfway through Future - not even Kari brings her up!
That's not even getting to the 02 kids. Keeping them out of Tri and focusing on the original 8 + Meiko is perfectly fine, but the way it was handled only drew attention to the fact that they were missing more and more. You can't tell me that Mimi wouldn't get in contact with Yolei right away after moving back to Japan, that Izzy wouldn't send word to the others that they met a new Digidestined, or that anyone wouldn't reach out to them after several Digimon battles and getting their own partners back because hey, maybe they know something or could help. Even seeing the Digimon Emperor was treated as seeing an old villain again rather than seeing their friend betraying them. Every instance of finding them or every hint we got towards them was glazed over so much that it reinforces the fact that the Digidestined just Don't Care about anyone anymore. If the 02 characters got the exact same vague MIA treatment and lack of relevance except the kids were actively worried about them, then that would have changed things drastically for the better.
Even with all the characters having grown apart at the beginning of the series, it's out of character that at the least TK and Kari aren't in contact with Davis and the others, considering they were closer with the 02 kids, go to the same school and TK lives in the same apartment complex as Cody and Yolei.
And we have to assume like how nobody noticed the 02 kids were missing, neither did their parents so they didn't reach out to anyone or call the police or anything.
Also the 02 Digimon partners aren't saved because Joe and Mimi just straight up murdered them
The writers had a habit of bringing a lot of lore and callbacks into the series but either not doing anything with them (Ophanimon Falldown Mode and Wizardmon are completely removable) or not doing enough with them. Leomon dying in Mimi and Joe's movie -the two who watched him die before. TK doesn't directly bring up losing Patamon for a second and maybe final time which could add to the overall emotion, and TK/MagnaAngemon battling Devimon again in Future would have been an amazing way to bring his character full circle, defeating an old fear and moving past it. But they consistently decide that bringing up an reference is all they need to do.
I'm pretty convinced that the only reason the Digimon lost their memories was so Sora could have some kind of story - the other Digimon end up rekindling their relationships with their partners so quickly that in both movies 5 and 6 I forgot a memory wipe even happened until it was brought up in the dialogue. Basically the only ramification it has is Biyomon's intense personality change for the movie. While it's still one of Tri's best moments, the whole bit of Gabumon telling Matt that they will always be together loses some impact when Gabumon has technically only 'known' Matt for a couple of days at this point.
Coexistence in it's entirety - not only stopping the movie one too many times to have the same reassuring 'everything will be ok' reassurance for Meiko, but then having her suddenly turn around after all that and decide out of the blue that Meicoomon needs to die anyway so it was all just pointless in the end.
The series ended with a lot of loose ends, which in context of a potential sequel isn't a bad thing but in context of Tri makes for somewhat of an empty experience.
RIP Tokomon and Koromon's dub voices, MetalGarurumon's Digivolution sequence and Garudamon's height
Joe's girlfriend unrevealed, 0/10 series
Bonus:
Making a blatant callback to Tai and Matt holding hands during the VenomMyotismon battle, except not letting them hold hands this time because Thatâs Gay Now.
All in all I don't regret Tri and there are a lot of things to enjoy, a lot more than I wrote even. But the whole thing has been such a hassle from the beginning - If we 'nade nade' the egg enough then we'll get an announcement - but we did it too fast so they just full on stopped the counter. The teasers were sparse int he beginning, it ended up being a movie format where we had to wait several months between 'episodes' when what we got was still a TV quality show. And our reward for all the waiting was more bad writing, more inconsistencies, more handwaves and unexplained nonsense. It ended up being a mess similar to 02 with the difference being Tri was being written for people who grew up with the original cartoons and this was the result. It honestly kinda sucks that my list of dislikes is so much longer than my list of likes but it is what it is.Ironically enough despite all that, what they did worked. I watched all of the episodes as soon as they aired, went to (almost!) all of the movies in theaters, I'm definitely buying all the Blurays, and if they make a sequil with the 02 cast I'm going to be right there for that too. So I guess despite not putting out a great product, they're getting exactly what they're fishing for. I can only hope that things will be different next time, either better writing or making a TV anime like normal people. We'll see what the future has to hold!
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30 Reasons Not to Kill Yourself
1. Donât worry about being fixed because youâre not broken.
âWhen I am in a terrible place, I have always told myself that I am going through whatever it is that I am going through in order to be able to better empathize with other people going through similar situations, and that I will be able to use this experience to help other people get through it. Which makes the pain feel like it has a purpose. Also, I try not to label what I am going through as good or bad (or terrible, as I did above) and to remember that everything is exactly as it is meant to be.â â Jane Pratt
2. Tell yourself: âIâm so deeply proud of you. Never forget that.â
âThe person in the mirror will get even more beautiful if you open your heart to others. â
3. You wonât always feel this way.
âFeelings are not facts. Your depression and your addiction are lying to you. They want you to believe that you are worthless and hopeless and that you will always feel this way. But you wonât always feel this way. You might not even feel this way for very long. Your feelings are not facts and they are not the truth.â â Emily McCombs
4. Life will change.
âWhen Iâm really feeling dark, itâs hard for me to accept promises that it will be better, or that the situation will improve, or really any kind of optimism. I argue with myself or with whoever it is that is trying to cheer me up, reminding them that in life there is no guarantee things will turn out well. However, reminding myself that my life will change and it will be different, though not necessarily great or better, is easier to accept.â
5. You are not alone.
âThe big one for me I think is: You are not alone. There are people out there who are going through what you are going through â and many of them have been able to find an even keel through love and support. Itâs okay to admit that you are struggling and to acknowledge that yes, things are pretty f-cking sh-tty right now.â â s.e. smith
6. Good people exist.
âMy present self would tell my past self that life doesnât have to be like this, that life wonât always be like this, and good people exist and adulthood truly means the freedom to discard expectations (your own and othersâ). You will be happy, even if your life looks totally different than you ever thought it would. I would also warn myself: depression and mutual misery is a poor foundation for a lasting relationship. Lastly, I would tell myself that Cymbalta and Klonopin really work miracles.â
7. Talk back to your life.
âMy worst times and my darkest thoughts tend to be when it is literally the darkest; at night. At my absolute worst times Iâve gotten through the night by embracing the hopelessness in a way that almost makes it come full circle. It becomes me talking to my life, talking to Hope, talking to Tomorrow, like "I know youâre bullsh-t and you have nothing for me. You suck, Tomorrow. NowâŚa tiny part of me also knows Iâm being irrational right now, so on the off-chance that Iâm wrong, Iâm gonna stick around one more day and I DARE you to show up, Hope.â It doesnât magically âshow up,â of course, but being a rude, foul-mouthed bitch in my mind has gotten me through some unbearable nights. I would go back further and tell myself to be as much of an asshole in my mental chats with my depression as it can be to me. Obviously this is not a long-term plan or suitable for all occasions, but at my worst times it has been about living through the night.â â Pia Glenn
8. Everything is temporary.
"Nothing lasts forever, not even the profundity of grief. My lowest points in life have been the times Iâve felt the most challenged, the times Iâve grown as a person, and the times for which I feel, in retrospect, most grateful. What I wish I could have told myself is that I am worth coming out the other side. That I deserve to heal from pain. I used to see pain and drama as a badge that would elicit empathy or attention from other people. If I could, I would hug that person and tell her that life isnât always nice or fair but itâs a hell of a lot better when you love yourself.â
9. Reaching out shows strength.
âItâs OK to be depressed, itâs OK to admit it, itâs OK to ask for help. You are not weak for reaching out, it is a show of strength. You are allowed to feel things, you are allowed to feel pain. But that pain and depression does not define you. You will get through it, and it will be hard, but in the end it will be a memory.â â Louise Hung
10. You got this.
âThe most important war to win, will be the one against yourself, and it is winnable.â
11. Give yourself credit.
âNo matter what picture has been painted, everyone is dealing with their own crippling sh-t. And the truth is, most people donât have time to judge anyone elseâs struggle. Theyâre trying to get through another day just like you are. If you can get just get one thing done today, youâre doing better than a lot of those people. Give yourself credit for that one thing and try for two tomorrow.â â Gabby Keegan
12. Shift your perception.
âHappiness is a choice and there is always a lesson to be learned from a difficult hardship. Whatever it is that youâre going through, it is transient and you can decide how much weight you want to put on that particular problem. Shift your perception and expect something positive is coming your way, always.â â Donna Kim
13. Breathe.
âIn this moment it is NOT okay. You hurt, itâs scary how bad it hurts, I know. Remember when it hurt before? Then that one funny, great, silly, loving moment happened? When you laughed until your sides hurt? When you loved so much you thought your heart was going to fly out of your chest? That will happen again. Breathe.â
14. This too will pass.
âThat this is only one tiny slice of your life, and that the farther you get away from it the harder itâll be to remember the details.â â Kate Conway
15. Donât listen to voices that are not helping you.
âI would say despite the overwhelmingly loud voice in your head, you are a good person. It will pass. I also tell myself that even though it seems terrifying, go outside. If I canât bare to do it, try again tomorrow. I was crying uncontrollably two weeks ago. This was my inner dialogue.â
16. Give yourself credit for this very moment.
âThis worst is over, and look, youâre making it through. Everything will be okay again soon.â â Mandy Velez
17. Donât be ashamed of your pain.
âIt is okay to hurt; thereâs no good or bad reason. Itâs okay to be really mad at people who guilt trip me to keep me alive. Itâs okay to wish they would just say, âI want you here. I would survive if something happened to you. Itâs not about that. I want you to stay, because I think youâre great, but if you canât stay, I understand. Iâll love you no matter what.â And when those well meaning people who are too afraid to say that, donât, I would say it to myself.â
18. You are worthy, even at your worst.
âI know it is hard to see it now â but you are and will always be more than this moment in time. You are worthy, you are wonderful and you are filled with unlimited potential. Do not let the insecurities of others affect the shining star that you are.â â Brittany Driver
19. Screw stigma.
âScrew the stigma attached to using medication. It does make things better, and screw what other people think about that. I fought against going on anti-depressants for years, in part because I was afraid that they wouldnât work and I would be out of options, and in part because of all the opinions that other people have about them (theyâre no more effective than placebos, itâs what weak people do to avoid normal emotions, you wonât be your authentic self, etc.) Even though it took close to two years to find the right medications and dosage, I now have no doubt that drugs saved my life and I wish I had started sooner.â
20. Treat yourself as you would a dear friend.
âConfide in someone about how you are feeling, and let them help you. It is probably the best thing you could do for the person you know who needs the most sympathetic handling right now: you.â â Frank San Filippo
21. Go outside.
âKeep doing whatever tiny normal things you can do. Eat, even when itâs like chewing cardboard. Go outside and walk around the block, even if you have to go back to bed afterwards. Sleep as close to normal hours as possible, even if it means using medication.â
22. Focus on the things you can change.
âI can think of a very dark time where I felt everything was imploding around me â there was almost no aspect of my life that was going right. I wanted things to feel better, I hated the life I was in and I focused on comparing myself to others and focusing on my failures. And then as a birthday present I got a tattoo that says 'Que Sera, Sera.â And since then I have developed a lighter mindset, I am more appreciative of what I have, and I try to focus on the things I can change instead of the things I canât. But if I could tell myself one thing and knew Iâd listen⌠Iâd say 'Youâll live. And oh what an amazing life itâs going to be.ââ â Liz Black
23.You donât need to hide.
âAsk for help and let people give it. Mental illness is isolating in part because it feels humiliating. But people who love you donât need you to hide this part of yourself. And even letting a friend bring you food can be such a relief at times when youâre afraid of the grocery store.â
24. Let it go.
âThis feeling is just temporary.â â Claire Lower
25. Know you are in there.
âOther crazy people make better friends. My best friend, who suffers from anxiety/panic disorder, has been the greatest comfort to me through my last two severe depressive episodes, and through my day-to-day struggle to function. Being able to express the things I think to someone who isnât distressed or repulsed by them is invaluable. I also am able to look at her and know that someone who has these issues is still a worthwhile and lovable person, even at times when I canât see that about myself. After CBT and different combinations of medications, Iâm mostly stable. There are still deeply sh-tty days and weeks, but not months. And once in a while, I get a day where I feel joy and know that myself is still in there and still worth trying to save.â
26. Stop beating up on yourself.
âReally â the self-deprecation you think is protecting you is only making you feel worse. You think youâre just pre-emptively saying the things everyone is thinking, but the only people thinking those things are assholes whose opinions donât mean anything to anyone who matters. Look in the mirror and like what you see. Like yourself. Youâre unique and so long as there is just one of you out there, you might as well have some fun, stop hating yourself and embrace the light.â â Allan Mott
27. Find solace in humor.
âBeing alone is hard. Sometimes it feels like more than you can handle. But any time you feel lonely or ashamed, a bit of wit restores your control. This cleverness is more than solace; it is strength. So donât despair. You will be better for it. You will be loved.â
28. There is absolutely nothing wrong with this moment.
âI still ask myself and family and friends on sh-tty days, 'Will this matter in ten years? Will I remember this? Will it be a blip on the huge radar screen of my life? Will this be an anecdote or one of those things I only half remember because it was so insignificant even though it feels like EVERYTHING now?â Because in most cases the answer is that it wonât matter, it is insignificant in the grand scheme of your life and a minor plot device in the movie of your life that doesnât affect the arc of the story in any important way. Okay some days your grandma dies, those days suck. But the things you think are awful and unimaginably insurmountable? Theyâre not, theyâre just happening this moment. One of my teachers had a mantra to say during times I felt panic or anxiety, 'There is absolutely nothing wrong with this moment.â He would say to just repeat it. Even if it felt untrue. And like mantras do, at some point, the sounds become the truth. It may sound like a platitude but it works for me.â
29. Just keep going, and look to art to show you how.
âGod speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.
Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Donât let yourself lose me.
Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.
Give me your hand.â â Rainer Maria Rilke (via Hannah Johnson)
30. You donât want to miss whatâs going to happen next.
âRide it out. The storyâs not over. You donât want to miss whatâs going to happen next.â â Elizabeth Nelson
This is not mine @randomslasher left this in my ask box, so the credit goes all to them. Also that kinda sounded like Logan Sanders was talking to me. Thank you btw.
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