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  • randomfandomtraveller
    13.06.2021 - 19 minutes ago

    TW: depression, depressive spiral mention

    My cousin got married and is having a kid during the pandemic while I'm spiralling new depths of depression and slowdown every day.

    I'm just so mentally ill, I feel like I can't get out of this.

    #tw depression #tw depressive thoughts
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  • brockbiote
    13.06.2021 - 27 minutes ago
    @victoryurger  :  "it’s okay to hurt and breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”

    SHE’S  RIGHT,  EDDIE.

    struggled  to  hear  his  other’s  affirmation  through  the  panic  in  his  mind.  bad  day...  bad,  bad  day.  heart  hammered  wildly  in  his  chest  as  he  sat,  paralysed,  staring  into  space.  it  wasn’t  just  the  two  of  them,  anymore.  at  first,  two  was  difficult  enough...  a  disembodied  voice,  making  comments  no  one  else  could  hear,  spitting  bile  and  dragging  him  deeper  and  deeper  down  into  the  abyss  that  was  his  mind,  making  him  feel  like  he  was  drowning.  over  time,  however,  a  relationship  was  formed.  understanding.  compromise.  growth.  became  a  comfort.  another  sharing  not  just  mind,  but  body...  trust  was  formed.  knew  that  whenever  he  was  struggling,  could  rely  on  his  other  to  take  control,  get  him  from  a  to  b  in  one  piece.  it  would  all  be  okay.  now  was  different.

    AT  THE  CENTRE  OF  THE  HIVE  MIND  THEY  STOOD,  and  with  it  came  a  thousand  voices  more.  each  restless,  each  conflicting  against  the  other,  each  fighting  to  be  heard.  each  with  a  wanting  so  violent,  he  felt  at  a  loss,  head  in  his  hands,  fingers  clawing  down  his  face  as  he  tried  to  think.  it  was  so  loud  in  here,  now.  TOO  LOUD.  TOO  MUCH.  left  him  with  his  own  set  of  questions.  he  couldn’t  do  this.  oh  god,  how  was  he  supposed  to  do  this?  IT  WAS  TOO  MUCH.  more  than  he  could  give.  all  this  expectation  ;  he’d  fail  them.

    and  what  of  his  life?  crap  hole  life,  sure,  but  there  was  good.  what  about  balance?  what  about  dylan?  kid  had  been  through  far  too  much  already.  what  was  he  supposed  to  do  now?  MOVE  THEM  TO  KLYNTAR?  REBUILD?  where  he  went,  he  knew,  a  child  could  not  follow.  was  he  destined  to  abandon  him  yet  again?  HE  PROMISED  PROTECTION.  couldn’t  break  that.  what  was  he  supposed  to  do?

    WE  CAN  WORK  THIS  OUT  TOGETHER.

    they  were  listening.  always  listening.  tears  stung  his  eyes  as  they  threatened  to  spill  over,  and  after  a  moment,  black  tendrils  snaked  down  his  arm,  his  wrist...  fused  together  to  form  a  clawed  hand  that  intertwined  with  his  own,  a  gentle  squeeze  alleviating  some  of  the  anxiety,  giving  him  something  to  ground  himself.  a  reminder,  he  was  not  bearing  this  on  his  own.  there  was  another  who  could  carry  this  weight  with  him.

    “  they’re  all...  relying  on  me.  on  us.  ”  muffled  words  finally  came,  albeit  slowly,  as  he  tried  to  explain.  harder  communicating  with  others.  his  symbiote  simply  knew...  felt  it.  it’d  be  easier  to  write  it  down.  charisma  ;  not  exactly  his  strong  suit.  heavy  inhale  through  the  nose,  slow  exhale  through  the  mouth.  hand  fell,  and  gaze  fell  with  it,  dropping  to  the  valkyrie’s  feet  as  he  tried  to  think.  “  ...  maybe  i  just  need  sleep...  ”

    #victoryurger #IC . #ARC : THE KING IN BLACK . #anxiety tw#depression tw #don't i'm SO SAD
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  • wintergirl238
    13.06.2021 - 48 minutes ago

    I wish I had the courage to do it. To slice open my wrist, to take the pills, to jump.

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  • michaelperseus
    13.06.2021 - 1 hour ago

    Agony

    For a year I spent everyday and everynight drowning on the salt of my own ruin. I held a knife in my hands, sharp;cruel, and prayed in the tongues of steel and molten alloys for it to slice the hurt from me that had grown like a cancer, begged the cold marble floors with offerings of salted tears and the blood of bruised knuckles to numb it just for a minute...just for a second. Gethsemane came to mind and I could imagine the hurt that would make one bleed instead of sweat. I could imagine the kind of prayer that promised mercy as it dug into your bones... ravenous...forcing you to choose death over salvation.

    "The suffering will cleanse you," it says;

    You don't understand... I am the black that stains these walls;

    I am my own darkness and my own sin;

    And when it has left I too shall be gone.

    // Michael Perseus

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  • lilf4tb1tch
    13.06.2021 - 2 hours ago

    TW\ED

    ugh i started antidepressants and some other pill idk but my mum opened the eating topic then she learned that i have an ed now everyone acts so bad and for this week i need to stay with my aunt she tells me to eat and tells me so many stupid shit im so tired i went to blood test today and i fainted i needed to eat something to get up and i did and it turns iut for half of the test i need to eat something 10 hours before but i ate like 1/4 of a bagel 24 hours ago so they have to do half of the test again tomorrow ig and it means that i need to eat this night i feel like shit. i was feeling so bad this morning so me fainting makes so much sense i couldn't even stand up. everything is so bad these weeks hope it gets better

    #tw ed behavior #tw ed vent #tw ed content #tw ed #tw eating disorder #ed#eatung disorder#tw depressive#tw depression
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  • skinnywannabejournalkeeper
    13.06.2021 - 3 hours ago

    You know who Fashion trends recycle it's self like Leggings/leggings was what my 50+ y/o mom wore when she was a teen.

    and I'm just hoping that I'll be skinny enough when heroine chic is back and we all start wearing low rise jeans.

    like I dont want to be 200lbs when low rise jeans are back... like that trend when I was younger literally made me believe the fashion industry was superior, literally the skinnier you were the prettier and it was something really difficult and exclusive.

    and everyone wanted to look like Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie

    #tw ed relapse #tw ed things #ed mention#edblog#ed struggles#ed rant#ed disorder#ed blog#ed #tw ed content #weight lost #tw depressing stuff #tw ana #tw eating things #tw eating stuff #disordered eating tw #tw weight
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  • enbypen
    13.06.2021 - 3 hours ago

    Are there any good books to learn how to help someone who has depression/suicidal thoughts?

    I have quite a few people very close to me who are currently dealing with severe depression and suicidal thoughts, and I simply do not have the mental tools to help them well and they can't go to a proffesional anytime soon due to extremely strict parents.

    I'm not sure if this is the right place for this kind of a question, but we are not legal adults yet and I'm getting a bit desparate with seeking this kind of help as im worried at least one person might die before the end of this year, and there's no official suicide hotline in our country and the few ones that do exist are small and extremely busy and hard to reach

    Are there any good books or scientific articles that can teach me a bit more about depression (or other mental illnesses) and how to help someone who has it? I did some googling but didn't find a lot of stuff that seems useful. Any kind of feedback would be greatly appreaciated!

    Thanks in advance and I hope you have a good day

    #alex posts#help#mental health #mental health awareness #depression#mental illness#mental help#psychology#therapy#please help #tw suicidal thoughts #possibly triggering #tw depressing stuff #depressing#depressiv #i dont even know what tags to put here im just trying to reach as many people as possible im sorry its a bit urgent and im desparate #someone help #this is a cry for help #book#psychologist#help please
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  • star-less-sky
    13.06.2021 - 3 hours ago

    Sometimes I don’t feel like a real person. I’ll sit, eat, and talk with my family but it’s not me they’re with. I’m like a specially trained toy that can respond when talked to but I don’t have my own thoughts.

    #starless speaks#ventish #tw depressing thoughts #tw depersonalization#depersonalization #the feeling is over now #but sometimes it comes and I’ll just lay on my bed for hours #I know I’m a person with thoughts and feelings but sometimes it does feel like it’s been shut off #and I can only respond surface level about myself
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  • seistark
    13.06.2021 - 3 hours ago
    Now I’m wearing this smile that I don’t believe in Inside I feel like screamin’
    #→ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴏɴ ( ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏᴡᴀʀᴅ sᴏɴ ) — ᴊᴜsʜɪʀᴏ #( edits ) #jushiro ukitake#tw depression #this is the panel that defines my entire roleplay uwu
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  • grimreapersdrink
    13.06.2021 - 3 hours ago

    I ate so much yesterday so I think I’ll fast

    #weightloss#thinpo#thinsppi #tw depressing stuff #tw eating things #tw ed stuff #tw ed content #anorexik#anoressic#edtumblr#ed trigger
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  • blubblubblubfishicat33
    13.06.2021 - 3 hours ago

    TW: ED

    Its not important so dont read it: My Cousin and me we have a really long discussen about my ED. I saied "I'm healthy I dont need help!!" My Cousin "You have a terrible realtionship with food! You need to go to a therapist. Me: "No I dont want it" She starts screaming at me and say that I dont care about ohter feelings bla bla bla... And it hurts really bad. She saied on one hand I can talk to her and to the other she saied I made her cry bc I talk to her wth? People who read this never seek help the most are idiots and dont understand your suffer. And I wish I never talk to everyone.

    #ed struggles#ed shit #tw ed stuff #ed stuff #tw ed content #edtumblr #eating disoder thoughts #disordered eating tw #cw disordered eating #tw eating things #tw depressing stuff #depressing shit
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  • sk1nnyw1sh3s
    13.06.2021 - 5 hours ago

    I just watched a silent voice. It was honestly one of the best movies I’ve ever seen. It hits harder when you understand how sho feels the “x”s on everyone’s faces was an amazing way to represent how it feels to be alone. Tho honestly that chick with the black hair can kill herself.

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  • relentless-thoughts-at-2am
    13.06.2021 - 5 hours ago

    highkey my anxiety and depression are at a complete high rn. excuse me while i cry over the fact that im unemployed and have no money, while simultaneously contemplating ways to kms.

    i know my brain is just being overloaded rn. this is just a small moment and it will pass.

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  • anonymous-depressed-figure
    13.06.2021 - 6 hours ago

    I can’t sleep or think or feel and I don’t think I want to

    #I need to talk #but I’m basically nocturnal now #and I don’t want anyone to stay up as late as I do #but Jesus Christ I’m falling apart #I don’t even know what’s wrong #I’m drowning #and I don’t want to get better #I just want to sleep for the rest of my life #I want to die #but even that sounds exhausting #what if this is just how I’m meant to be #doomed to depression #tw sui mention #tw depressing stuff
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  • verose-queen-of-hell
    13.06.2021 - 6 hours ago
    Hey guys!
    So I will be sharing a piece of my writing with y'all. Hope u like it! It's not a fanfic. Sadly, I'm not good at writing fanfics. Before we start, I'd like to give a few tws. Tw depression, Tw parents, Tw anxiety, Tw intrusive thoughts and Tw fight mentions.
    “I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life!”
    Nightmare by Halsey blares at full volume on the speakers of my room.
    “I gotta recognise the weapon in my mind!”
    I dance, maniacally, desperately, as if trying to expel the demons in my mind through the dance and the song.
    “They talk shit but I love it every time!”
    I cry, loudly, the song drowning the sound of my agony.
    A broken song and a broken girl. A delusional, psycho girl, who only loved her friends because her parents had long lost her love.
    I fall into a split, or at least till where I can go, the pain keeping my mind from the emotional hurt I was feeling. This is some form of a defence mechanism I use against my thoughts, but it can never manage to hold it back for long.
    Soon enough, my thoughts slither back into my mind.
    No one cares about you. You’re just a burden to everyone! my mind screams.
    Aidyn cares. He says I’m not a burden, I think to myself.
    He’s lying. You’re a good-for-nothing, negative weight on everyone.
    No...no, that can’t be true.
    Hopeless tears fall from my bloodshot eyes. I sob, letting all my feelings out after holding them in for so long. The image of my parents’ eyes, filled with hatred and frustration pointed in my direction sends me to my knees.
    My brain throws more thoughts about my parents at me, getting more accusational by the second.
    “I can’t believe I have given birth to such a difficult child.”
    “I can’t bear you anymore!’
    ‘You’re such a burden on us.”
    “You are nothing but an ungrateful child.”
    “You don’t even care about us.”
    “All you care about are your friends.”
    “If you love them so much, go live with them, then you’ll understand our value.”
    As i have done so many times before, I momentarily consider the possibility. No. I can’t burden them with that. I can’t push my family issues on them.
    This is too much for me to bear. I can’t do this anymore.
    I stop dancing, my body shivering. I stumble to my bed, almost faint as I fall onto it. My body continues shivering, almost convulsing. I hug my pillow and weep into it, my heart crushed, a dry leaf under a shoe.
    I sleep after a while or rather, shiver and cry into a state of nightmarish subconsciousness, where no one and nothing can protect me from the darkness in my mind.
    Hope y'all like it! Gonna tag a few mutuals who helped me gain the confidence to post this. DM me or send me an ask if u wish to be a part of the taglist.
    @kurohiraeth @thetoddanderson @leestillyeetschappal
    Thank u for giving me the courage to post this. I love y'all! <333
    #verose's writing#writing#tw parents #tw fight mentions #tw depressing stuff #tw depression#tw anxiety #tw intrusive thoughts
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  • fancycandy
    13.06.2021 - 6 hours ago

    laszlo kriezler x reader | dark themes: depression, briefest insinuation of suicide

    You're staring again, at everything yet nothing all at once. His footsteps are gentle, slow, methodical. Stepping over the metaphorical glass laid out between him and the couch, a minefield of whatever plagues you enacted for only you to see, something he wishes to not set off. Not until he stands over you, in reaching distance, where he can catch you if you fall, if you allow yourself to fall.

    He calls your name, soft yet with the slightest edge, hoping to coax you out of the haze you have found yourself in. Moments pass and he's about to open his mouth again, when you finally blink had you not blinked once since he stepped foot in the room? and look up to meet his eyes. Your own gaze foggy, empty of emotion yet overcalculating, overthinking. He sees the cogs turning and how every outcome that your mind makes up, makes you that much emptier.

    When you break the eye contact, he opts to sit beside you, exchanging for physical contact instead, though only as far as brushing shoulders for the moment. The two of you sit, silent save for your breathing, the grandfather clock ticking from down the hall, the occasional hooves on brick trotting by.

    There's a name for this, the sadness you feel, the melancholy, the emptiness. It was never named aloud in the house, described as anything but that. He witnessed too many cases to determine it, to know the methods of handling it in your home was only worsening it, enabling it in the grand scheme of things. And yet the two of you danced around it, afraid acknowledgement would bring on worse symptoms.

    People struggle in many different ways; some cry, others scream, or there were the extreme cases he wouldn't think about. And then there are those like you, bottling it, holding the mask over your face until it slipped and broke, until you could fashion together a new one.

    You shift beside him, and he's afraid you're distancing yourself farther from him, before your head is laid in his lap, face turned to the same wall you've stared at for longer than he'd like to know. He takes the opportunity to place his hand on top of your head, running through your hair in a knowingly-futile attempt to chase any ill thought out of your head for good. There's a silent deep sigh, and he cannot decipher whether it's from the touch or another thought in your mind.

    "Laszlo." His name is rough from your lips; it sounds as if you're only truly recognizing his presence now. He hides his worry well, smile soft down at you even as you continue to look straight ahead. Another heartbeat of silence, then, "I think we should talk."

    Children are easier, the reason he has a children's institute. Adults are more complex, set in their ways, harsher treatment and lesser outcomes. However, this is you, his life partner, or what he can only hope to be his for life. You are different than most. And even without changing, even if it's all for naught, he would never stop caring for you. If only you could see that as well.

    "Tomorrow, my dear," he answers, and you hum with the smallest of nods. "Would you like some tea?" Another hum, neither confirming nor denying the offer, barely in awareness of the sentiment. He doesn't push. Tomorrow you would talk. Tomorrow you would perhaps start a long journey. But tonight, he will let you rest here, and turn yourself off to the world.

    #laszlo kriezler x reader #laszlo kriezler imagine #daniel brühl imagine #the alienist imagine #the alienist#my writing #tw: mental health #tw: depression
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