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peak-into-my-mind · 2 years

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Brand New Week, Same Emotions

Well that last post was a bit dramatic. Don’t get me wrong I still resonate with is and how I was feeling at that moment. After speaking with my therapist about it I realized that I was letting a lot of things dwell in my mind than processing and moving on. I started to fixate on the negative moments I was having with my family instead of in simpler terms “getting over it”. I hate that. The…

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#mentalhealthwork #personalblog #writing

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wildflowersamongthings · 4 years

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should i still work in the mental health field?

I’ve been diagnosed with bipolar 2. nothing to be ashamed of and i’ma ctually hoping i’ll finally be on the right meds for me to keep living my best life. however, i’m terrified, of course, because this is still so new and i’m worried about how my boyfriend will react. obviously he loves me and he sees my erratic behavior, but that’s always been “just flore.” i’m scared now that with a label, he won’t find me responsible to take care of his place, bills, and dog while he’s away in the army for 6 months. i’m also scared because one of the jobs i work is in an inpatient psychiatric center. what if i’m a hypocrite? i always keep my own issues separate from work and i’ve received so much praise for my ability to talk with patients and try to relate and understand them using empathy and active listening. but, i’m worried that with me having this undiagnosed disorder, that it makes me somehow a fraud . can someone please help me? if you have a mental health worker and you’re impatient, would you care if they also had signs of anxiety, depression, and bipolar? like if you didn’t notice, but would you care if they have their own experiences with mood disorders? i would appreciate some feedback, i’m having some sort of imposter syndrome crisis.

#mentalhealth #depression #anxiety #bipolar #mentalhealthworker

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psycholog-pisze · 5 years

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Mam takiego pacjenta, który jest uosobieniem wszystkich rasistów, seksistów i mizoginów tego świata. Jest wredny, chamski, obraża wszystkich dookoła. Miałam z nim dzisiaj 6,5h spotkanie. Na koniec udało mi się na tyle go spacyfikować, że mi podziękował i próbował wcisnąć swój ulubiony napój na drogę. ~~~ Takie wizyty dużo mnie kosztują. Gdy ktoś Cię obraża, a Ty nie możesz dać mu w pysk ani się odgryźć-to frustruje. Opcją zawsze jest zakończenie wizyty tu i teraz i byłam na to gotowa. A jednak moja cierpliwość do niego wzięła górę. Pokora, słuchanie, rozmowa, brak reakcji na ewidentne zaczepki. ~~~ Dzisiaj się udało. Teraz czas na książkę i sen. Pobudka znów o 5.50. Dobranoc 😘 ~~~ #Psychologia #Psycholog #MentalHealthWorker #Pacjent #PsychologPisze #Energia #Emocje #Patience #Cierpliwość #Kindle #KindleVoyage #Selfie (w: Sydney, Australia) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3Wrf1Ml5-G/?igshid=kq5aw3mbhz7o

#psychologia #psycholog #mentalhealthworker #pacjent #psychologpisze #energia #emocje #patience #cierpliwość #kindle #kindlevoyage #selfie

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noregretsjust-love · 6 years

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I have seen a number of people claim that the recent shooting in Florida is a “mental health issue.” We have heard this argument time and time again. I agree, our mental health system is broken; however, I don’t agree that a broken mental health system is the sole cause for these mass shootings. There isn’t one sole cause and there is not going to be one sole solution. But thus far, the main “solution” I have seen to this reported “mental health problem” is to arm our teachers with guns. That’s interesting, because I thought this was a mental health problem, not a gun problem? So as someone who works in the mental health system and witnesses DAILY how broken these children and families are and how limited so many families access is to care, I offer the following potential solutions: + Repeal HJ Resolution 40, a bill signed by the president on February 28,2017, which repealed the previous administrations bill to limit access to firearms among the mentally ill. + Provide everyone with health care with mental health coverage so everyone is able to seek proper mental health treatment. + Continue to waive university tuition as taxable income for graduate school, so students can actually afford to get advanced degrees to work in the mental health field. + Provide schools with enough funding to employ adequate numbers of behavioral health specialists, school psychologists, and counselors so that teachers can teach and students get the help they need. + Provide alternatives to expulsion for students who have behavioral problems (see above point) so they are not further ostracized and isolated. + Provide mental health services in schools, since that is where children spend most of their time, to reduce other barriers (e.g. lack of transportation, parent work schedules, mental health underserved area) to accessing care. + Allow teachers to teach content that interests students and what they need to know, rather than teaching to a test, to help boost self-esteem, morale, and enjoyment in the classroom. + Teach about mental health, emotions, and how to reach out for help early on in schools and at home - we know early intervention is key to successful outcomes. + Have parent support programs accessible to all parents, to help parents manage difficult behavior. + Get your information about mental health from actual scientific articles and credible websites rather than the media. I am not saying these suggestions will fix the horrific problem in our country with mass shootings, because it is not solely a mental health problem. But time and time again we blame mental health for these horrific acts (which is a fallacy by the way), yet we never offer solutions or take action for change. How many more people have to die before we act? The time to act is NOW.

#mentalhealthisimportant #mentalhealthfacts #mentalhealthadvocate #mentalhealthworker #mentalhealthawareness #mental health #mental health reform #gun access #gun rights #gun control #gun violence #school shooting

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sunrequiem · 4 years

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Receiving this poem from one of my patients today was very moving. Almost made me believe I was doing something good for them. 🥺 . For those of you who don’t what I do for work, I’m currently a mental health specialist for an acute inpatient unit at McLean Hospital. It can be h*lla problematic, because the mental healthcare system is f***ed up, so I don’t see myself staying here for very long (the pay is also crap). I’m treating it as a liminal learning experience... but some moments are much more redeemable than others. 🤍 . [Image Description: all caps reads GLORIA. Giving. Loving. One of a kind. Really nice. Insightful in All areas. Gloria’s right hand is next to the paper for scale.] . #CripGang #MentalHealthAdvocate #MentalHealthcare #MentalHealthWorker #AbleismIsTrash #Ableism #ProgressiveChristianity #VoluntarySimplicity #BelovedCommunity #Neurodivergent #NonbinaryPositivity #WholesomeLove #MentalIllness #EDRecovery #RecoveryWin https://www.instagram.com/p/CH_bqJ0Hkdj/?igshid=1fdzvy5v4r1et

#cripgang #mentalhealthadvocate #mentalhealthcare #mentalhealthworker #ableismistrash #ableism #progressivechristianity #voluntarysimplicity #belovedcommunity #neurodivergent #nonbinarypositivity #wholesomelove #mentalillness #edrecovery #recoverywin

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artistdesiree · 4 years

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WOW! Its Almost Here! HYPNOBIZ Global Virtual Summit - June 1-5- OVER 80 International Presenters! 😮 I am so excited to be among them for this Groundbreaking Event- 💫 Best News- you have access to the content for a full year!! To learn more and register use this link! https://bit.ly/hypnobiz2020 #hypnosis #nlp #hypnotherapy #eft #summit #conference #virtual #virtuallearning #hypnobiz #lifecoach #presenters #international #learning #fromhome #workshops #thesecret #psychokinesis #desireeholmesscherini #wellnessworkers #mentalhealthworker https://www.instagram.com/p/CAa3ldZHCnn/?igshid=im34bp17xz5s

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kelsiesboutique · 4 years

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Personalize face mask #PersonalizedFaceMask #Facemask #MentalHealthWorker #BehavioralHealthWorker #Caseworker #SocialWorker #BehaviorHealthSupportStaff #SupportStaff #IMakeDeliveries #IVisitPeople #VisitingHealthcareWorker #VisitingStaff #Supervisor #Dreadlocks #LocMask https://www.instagram.com/p/B-0Bu1CHvWF/?igshid=hsfighwf53bl

#personalizedfacemask #facemask #mentalhealthworker #behavioralhealthworker #caseworker #socialworker #behaviorhealthsupportstaff #supportstaff #imakedeliveries #ivisitpeople #visitinghealthcareworker #visitingstaff #supervisor #dreadlocks #locmask

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alexanderbitar · 4 years

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Poster 3 of 3 #UPSDeliveryPerson Mario works for UPS. Grateful that he is keeping the essential work of keeping supply lines moving while the rest of us are doing our part by staying at home and practicing social distancing. Started working on these posters 2 weeks ago before most residents of NYC were asked to #stayhomesavelives & help #flattenthecurve. All were taken with permission and are of actual people in their profession. Usually I use this space to promote my photography business and clients, but at this unprecedented moment in history it is important to help celebrate those that can not take time off while we are asked to stay home. Thankful and grateful to every: #EMT #Nurse #Doctor #StoreClerk #PoliceOfficer #MentalHealthWorker #Firefighter #TransitWorker #ChildcareWorker #MailCarrier #TakeoutCook #Deliverer #Teacher #LaundromatClerk Inspiration for this creative was from classic movie posters of the 1930s. (at UPS) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-hXSZ5D9aJ/?igshid=1wjenw9pwwv2l

#upsdeliveryperson #stayhomesavelives #flattenthecurve #emt #nurse #doctor #storeclerk #policeofficer #mentalhealthworker #firefighter #transitworker #childcareworker #mailcarrier #takeoutcook #deliverer #teacher #laundromatclerk

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lifblogs · 4 years

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Livin In You: Chapter 10

Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Explicit Pairing: Destiel Summary: Castiel is a mental health worker who is just fine with the way his life is. The only thing that really bugs him is how much his co-worker, and friend, Meg, mentions Dean Winchester, the most famous rock star in the modern age. Meg drags him to a concert, and he ends up getting tied into the wild and angsty life of Dean Winchester. Suddenly his old life seems boring, but so much calmer. Suddenly, it matters to him that he’s still a virgin. Suddenly, this rock star that he despised the mention of now matters to him. Dean Winchester is a rock star who’s on top of the world when it comes to music. Yet there’s more that he wants. He misses Lisa and Ben, he craves connection, craves being himself. Any hope for that amidst his alcoholic life all changes when Zachariah, the head exec of Heaven’s Records, pairs with a new exec, Michael Edlund -- the Archangel of Music. Under Michael’s dominance, he’s no longer in control of his own life. There are rules. No more sex with fans. No more alcohol. And in Dean’s view, no more god damn free will. Yet he stumbles into Castiel. Chapter Word Count: 2725

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Dean had to get up to throw up once or twice in the night, and between all that, he forgot Castiel existed. Sure, he passed his sleeping form with a head of hair that was black in the darkness on his way to the bathroom. But the other man wasn’t nearly as important as his shaking body, and reeling stomach.

Eventually, some time before five A.M., he managed to fall into sleep that wasn’t restless or broken by the after effects of his drunkenness. By the time he fully woke up, the room was dark, the curtains pulled closed so daylight wouldn’t filter through. Dean knew this kind of dark. It was the dark of waking up late. He supposed he didn’t really care. His head hurt, an incessant ache that wouldn’t leave, and his stomach just felt wrong.

He groaned as he rolled over and cracked an eye open.

A bottle of gatorade was on his nightstand, along with two pills of aspirin lying on a tissue.

Garth. His incredibly friendly and chipper assistant must’ve done this.

Dean sat up, took the medicine and started drinking the gatorade. It wasn’t till he felt well enough to walk out into the main living quarters of the hotel suite that he remembered another person was there.

Really, it was the back of Castiel’s head that gave it away.

Was the dude seriously still sleeping?

Dean shrugged after some consideration. Maybe he’s a third shifter. But what to do with him?

That thought hit him hard, and Dean sat down in a chair across from the part of the couch Castiel was sleeping on, open bottle of half-finished gatorade in his hand.

“Shit.”

He hadn’t meant to say it out loud, or so vehemently. He must have because Castiel started from sleep, and then turned his head this way and that, eyes wild. He backed away from Dean. But then there was recognition, and he relaxed, but didn’t seem at all pleased.

Well, Dean could take people not liking him… he hoped.

Why didn’t Cas like him? He knew he’d asked him, but it just didn’t make any fucking sense.

He was Dean Winchester!

“Mornin’, sunshine,” Dean quipped. “Want me to call Garth and get us some coffee?”

Castiel started righting himself properly, pulling the blanket up into his lap. He ran a hand through his hair, but it was still a mess, and to Dean it looked a lot like sex-hair. God, it looked good on him.

He nodded.

“Yes, I think that will suffice.”

“You got a fancy way of talking.”

Castiel just gave him a look that said… Actually, Dean didn’t really know what it said. In the daylight, Castiel seemed difficult to read. It made Dean uncomfortable. Who was this man?

And what am I going to do with him?

This wasn’t like the other times Dean had brought people back to his room, not just because he hadn’t slept with him — which was super weird in this instance — but because he wasn’t allowed to be here. His presence would surely get sniffed out. Crowley could’ve talked to Clif already. Though Dean figured Clif wasn’t working with his manager behind his back. He was Dean’s bodyguard. So maybe even if Clif had gotten a call, he wouldn’t run to tell mommy about Dean and his new friend.

But how to keep his new friend hidden?

It also meant there was the issue of the car as well. Dean would have some money missing, and there were witnesses.

Hell, witnesses?

What was he even thinking like?

It wasn’t like it was a crime scene. Okay, aside from crashing his car into Castiel’s, it wasn’t a crime scene.

But Zachariah could smell the original sin on an otherwise innocent baby fifteen miles off. Dean was screwed, especially with Michael as the head honcho now.

God damn it!

Dean’s face must have gone through a lot of transformations because Castiel asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Oh? Uh, nothing.” He walked back over to his bedroom to go grab his phone, and before he closed the doors behind him said, “Just uh… just gonna call Garth.”

With the doors closed, he took a deep breath, and then ran a hand through his hair.

This was crazy. Not his usual brand of crazy. Hell, maybe it wasn’t even that bad.

But then Dean remembered a beer bottle getting taken out of his hand, remembered Zach’s stern — maybe even angry — face. He remembered what he’d told him. He owned Dean now.

Dean went to the far wall and groaned, hanging his head against it. Really, he wanted to use it to bang his head, but most doctors wouldn’t advise that as a way to relieve his headache.

Dean straightened, closing his eyes.

Was it worth a shot?

No, definitely not.

So Dean got out his phone, and called Garth. He could do the shouting thing he’d done the night before, but in hindsight that had seemed rude. His drunk self obviously hadn’t cared.

“Morning, Dean Bean! Well, hmm… oh no, it’s not noon yet, but cutting it pretty close there. What’s up?”

“Wondering if you could get me and my friend some coffee. And uh, you were in here earlier, right?”

“Was I?”

“Gatorade, aspirin,” Dean added.

“Oh no, silly, that was your friend there. He was up earlier and asked me to pick those things up for you. He grabbed them at the door, brought them to your room himself.”

That had Dean pause in what he was about to say.

Cas had done that? He’d thought about him?

That started to make Dean feel guilty for practically kidnapping the guy. Or had it been the other way around? He’d been the drunk one after all. Huh, how did that work? There was another emotion there too, but he couldn’t figure out what it was. It was pretty foreign to him, or had been in the couple of years since he’d left Ben. Was it… affection?

No, that would be bullshit. He’d just met the guy last night, and part of him still wanted to sleep with him. This was just a messed up situation.

“Dean-o? De-ean!”

“Hmm, what? Yeah.”

“You all good?”

“Yeah, um… Coffee. You know the regular I like, and for him, just make sure to bring packets of sugar and cream and stuff, I don’t really know what he likes.”

“Okie dokie. See you in ten.”

“Five?”

“Dean, I don’t control the pace at which the world runs.”

“Okay, ten,” he relented. “And, oh, is Sam up?”

“I’m not his assistant too, Dean.

“Okay, but he’s famous by association. I know you and Clif keep tabs on him when he’s not staying underground.”

“Yes, he’s up.”

“Cool, thanks.”

Despite feeling like shit, Dean took the opportunity of some private time to get dressed. Nothing fancy. For him nothing fancy stil came out to a thousand dollars or more per outfit, but it was just jeans, a black undershirt, a white and blue flannel, and a leather jacket. The boots were nice too. Custom-made combat boots with gold inlays.

“Great, now I feel underdressed,” Castiel said as Dean walked back into the room.

“Uh… I have some jeans,” he told him, plopping down on the couch beside his… whatever he was.

Cas made a face. “Not sure they’d fit.”

Dean smiled, glancing at Cas’ hips and legs. He whacked him playfully on the thigh. “Come on, you should be able to squeeze those into a pair. Not like you’re fat. You’re just…” Dean couldn’t think of the word, and trailed off. Thick, muscular, large, beautiful. Yeah, all of that. Fuck. “Yeah, body’s shaped differently. But come on, I can get my bowlegs into these, you should be fine.”

Castiel rolled his eyes and sighed, brushing Dean’s hand off of his leg.

“Fine.”

“Bottom drawer,” Dean said helpfully as Castiel went into his room.

Part of Dean wanted to follow him, wanted to watch him take off those sweatpants, or maybe even take them off for him. The jeans he was wearing were ripped at the knees, but he figured the skin of his knees would be fine with a bit of friction on the floor. Rugburn didn’t hurt too badly, not as bad as his hand still did. At least he’d somehow managed to get that taped and bandaged up. There was an ace wrap around it as well. So he was still able to function, use it for some things, just not all the sexy things going through his head at the moment.

Dean was drawn from his sensual reverie as there was a knock on the door. He went and answered it, apprehensive, gut twisting.

This was it.

Crowley knew. Zach knew. He was going to lose his dream, everything.

Dean sighed in relief, leaning against the open door when he saw it was just Sam. He was dressed in dress pants, a white button-up shirt, and a tie. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbow. In one hand was a yellow legal pad, a pen pressed between that and the crook of his thumb.

“What, you lawyering today or something?” Dean asked.

“Yes. The contract’s going to be sent over, and we have business to discuss apparently.”

Dean just stared at him, contemplating slamming the door in his face. Reality was not fun right now. He glanced back at his gatorade he’d left on the coffee table. Was there anyone around who could pull a Jesus and turn it into alcohol? Huh, maybe Sam. He had the look, what with the scruff and the hair and all.

Eventually Sam said, “Morning. Or…” He held up his wrist, looking at his watch. “Actually, no. Good afternoon.”

Dean rolled his eyes, and then let Sam in.

“Thanks for coming,” he eventually said, relenting, knowing it wasn’t his brother’s fault that any of this was happening.

But shit, he’d forgotten about the contract.

“You want anything to drink?” Dean asked, playing the gracious host.

“Nah, I’m good.”

Dean settled back down on the couch with his gatorade, and Sam eyed the blanket, taking a seat away from it.

Dean ignored the look, though he surely wanted answers. “So who’s dropping off the contract?”

“Don’t know.”

“When’ll they be here?”

“One.”

Dean sighed at that. Okay, he had some time to get Cas out of his hair.

A drawer slammed shut, and there was some cursing. Sam straightened, looking at the doors to Dean’s bedroom.

“Who else is here?” he asked.

Dean shrugged. “A friend.”

Sam looked at Dean, then back at the doors, then Dean again.

“Is it that guy from last night? Dean, tell me you didn’t.”

“I didn’t.”

Sam’s eyebrows, which had been furrowed with concern, now rose in a disbelieving look.

“He’s getting dressed. You can ask him yourself when he comes out. But” — Dean broke up his speech with a long swallow of gatorade — “I need to get rid of him somehow. Or, I don’t know, hide him. I kinda like having him around.”

“Dean, you’re not supposed to—”

“Like I said, I didn’t.”

“And okay, then what about the issue from last night? What exactly am I risking my license for today?”

“Car accident.”

“Are you serious?!”

That was when Castiel slid open the doors and walked back into the room. Dean noticed that the knuckles of his right hand were red, like they’d gotten slammed in a drawer. That must’ve been what had happened.

“Uh…”

That was Castiel, and Sam was already being business-like, getting up and going over to shake his hand.

“Sam Winchester,” he said. “And you are? I didn’t get your name from Dean yet.”

“Castiel,” he said, and then added, “uh… Novak.”

“So what’s the situation?” Sam asked.

The poor guy looked like a deer caught in headlights, so Dean went over and grabbed him, having him sit beside him. He couldn’t tell if Castiel liked that or not; he seemed neutral about it more than anything. Dean was far from neutral. He’d gotten a good look at Castiel in his jeans, and god, had it been a mistake to tell him he’d fit? He didn’t exactly, but wow, he looked damn good. The material hugged his body, and somewhere in Dean started pulsing as he eyed the unmistakable bulge of his denim-wrapped groin. Dean figured if Cas turned around he’d see the clothing hug his ass too, just like it did in the front and to his thighs.

Dean eyed him even as they sat together. He hadn’t noticed he’d drifted off and started biting on his bottom lip, till he heard Castiel talking about what had happened.

Thank god he was taking the lead. Dean still had a headache.

He zoned out till Garth arrived with the coffee, and as he started back over, Sam reprimanded, “You were supposed to come right back to the hotel.”

“What are you, my babysitter?” he snapped.

He passed Castiel his coffee and packets of cream and sugar and sat back down. Dean had a sip of his own coffee, and saw Cas start preparing his the way he liked it.

Sam just breathed deeply and gave Dean a sympathetic look. “I’m not trying to hurt you, Dean, or-or… control you like what everyone else wants to do. I just want you to be careful. I know how much your music means to you.”

Dean argued, “Think having my own life is pretty important too.”

“That’s not what—”

“Wait, what are you talking about?” Castiel asked. “What’s happening?”

Sam and Dean immediately shut up, and Dean turned to Cas with big eyes. Shit, he hadn’t meant for any of this to come up around him. They were just supposed to talk about Castiel’s car and the insurance company.

“Not important,” he eventually said.

Castiel didn’t just shrug it off as he expected. Instead, the strange man gave him a look that seemed to say a million things at once: I understand. I’m here if you need to talk. You’re not alone.

Dean’s breath caught in his throat as he looked at that handsome face and into those startlingly blue eyes.

How the hell could he do that?

Sam cleared his throat, and both turned back to him.

“We can discuss it later,” Sam said. “And uh… Castiel, I’m not sure how good of a friend of my brother’s you are. I—”

Cas: “Oh, we just met last night. When he crashed his car into mine.”

Sam gave a tight smile, “Lovely.”

Dean wanted to roll his eyes at the tension he saw in Sam, but he didn’t. His brother was doing a big thing for him. Dean could at least repay him by not being an asshole for a couple of minutes.

The discussion was exhausting, but they eventually got it all sorted out, Sam taking notes on his yellow legal pad, and after a few Sam-dominated phone calls with various people and insurance agents, it was all settled.

And according to his watch it was one P.M.

Fuck.

There was a knock on the door.

Dean’s eyes went wide, and he grabbed Cas in a panic, while another hand reached out for his brother, as if he wanted to grab him to hide behind.

“Shit, shit. Cas, you gotta go.”

“Go where? I can’t leave, unless you have any ideas as to how I could survive the drop from the window.”

Dean got him up, pushing him over to the bedroom. “Bedroom,” he urged. “Stay quiet.”

Sam was going to get the door.

Dean tried sliding the bedroom doors closed, but Castiel held on just before they were about to obscure his face.

“What’s happening?”

“Nothing. Let you out soon, and uh… maybe get in the closet?”

“The closet? Dean!”

Footsteps sounded. Dean closed the doors, and then turned. He fixed his outfit, making it look like he’d just come out of his room from getting dressed and was straightening his clothes.

The man who had arrived was wearing white dress shoes. It was the first thing Dean noticed, and as his gaze traveled upwards, he stopped dead.

“Mr. Edlund.”

The dark-haired man with glimmering blue eyes who held a thick packet of papers smiled. “Please, call me Michael.”

#Supernatural #spn #Destiel #Destiel fanfiction #Destiel au #Supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfiction #rockstar!Dean #mentalhealthworker!Castiel #lawyer!Sam #angst #fanfiction #writing #my writing

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psycholog-pisze · 5 years

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Moja praca to też długie spacery z pacjentami. To zbieranie muszelek i moczenie nóg w oceanie. To robienie sobie zdjęć, nieumiejętne granie w krykieta i ten głośny śmiech człowieka, do którego tak trudno czasami dotrzeć. Dlatego to robię. Aby ten, który większość życia przepłakał w samotności, chociaż przez chwilę poczuł, że może być szczęśliwy. ~~~ #Psychologia #Psycholog #MentalHealthWorker #MentalHealth #Zdrowie #ZdrowiePsychiczne #Praca #Work #Szczęście #Happiness #Beach #Plaża #BrightonLeSands #LeSands #Sydney #Australia (w: Kyeemagh, Brighton-Le-Sands) https://www.instagram.com/p/B08brZVl9gP/?igshid=147kgppfqoico

#psychologia #psycholog #mentalhealthworker #mentalhealth #zdrowie #zdrowiepsychiczne #praca #work #szczęście #happiness #beach #plaża #brightonlesands #lesands #sydney #australia

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noregretsjust-love · 6 years

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Sometimes you don’t get enough sleep. Sometimes you don’t stick to your meal plan 100%. Sometimes you have to modify the moves. Sometimes you have to curse through the workout. Sometimes you have to scream pineapple 🍍. But there should never be some times that you give up on yourself 💕. - - - - #nevergiveup #mondaymotivation #cavapoomom #clinicalpsychology #mentalhealthworker #fitstudent

#clinicalpsychology #fitstudent #nevergiveup #cavapoomom #mentalhealthworker #mondaymotivation

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jeremiahjahi · 4 years

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Love the idea of heroes. Hopefully many think so after the pandemic. Nonetheless...SALUTE! #heroes #sheroes #healthcareworkers #essentialworkers #mentalhealthworkers #covid19 #pandemic #pandemic2020 #billboards #underthelights #gems #nightadventures #therapist #doctors #nurses #police #firefighters #truckdrivers #overnightworkers https://www.instagram.com/p/CAaAw9UJj7B/?igshid=tteacpru2kpo