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#addiction positivity
neuroticboyfriend · 5 months
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there is no shame in being an alcoholic. there is no shame in being any kind of addict. it's a chronic illness and anti-addict stigma is ableist.
it's okay to exist and voice your struggle. in fact, it's encouraged. even if you never recover or don't intend on recovering, your voice matters.
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meteoriteskies · 5 months
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Just in case anyone needs to hear this because I know I needed it some days.
it's okay if you relapse; you're not a bad person, you're not a failure. Yes, it is a bad day or maybe even a bad week but that does not, by any means, erase all the hard work you did and all the progress you made and will continue to make in the future.
Addiction and recovery are not linear.
We're human and we fuck up but we can always get better and we can always wipe the dirt off our hand and knees, get up and try again.
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m0untaing0ats · 1 year
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People on the internet treat autism like it's some cute, childish thing, but like, autism and the trauma that comes with it have literally lead me to severe alcoholism, anger issues and a criminal record.
This post goes out to autistic addicts and autistic people who have personality disorders and autistic people who have hurt people during meltdowns and autistic people who have been in trouble with the law and autistic people who have been diagnosed with every mental illness under the sun only to find out it was autism all along.
You are loved. Your trauma and your reactions to it do not make you a bad person.
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emaarusovaa · 4 months
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I love to wear red❤️
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moonlit-positivity · 4 months
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Somebody might need to hear this: hey. That was a really scary thing you had to go through. What an awful feeling to be carrying around. So deep inside where no one can hurt you like that ever again. If no one else has ever told you this before then I'm glad you're here. I'm glad you made it. And I'm so fucking sorry you had to see it to begin with. You absolutely did not need to see that. Not ever.
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selflovewarrior · 11 months
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selflovewarrior on facebook & tumblr
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kindaorangey · 5 days
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jean should collect homoerotic codependent partners professionally
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neuroticboyfriend · 4 months
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relapse is not a moral failure. substance use and addiction are not a moral failure. mental illness is not a moral failure. disability is not a moral failure. you have a health condition. you are struggling. recovery is not mean to be perfect, and if you're not in recovery, surviving is good too. i'm glad you're here, and i hope life treats you better soon. please know this is not your fault. you do not need to feel guilty over your own health.
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positivelyqueer · 1 month
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this may sound bizarre so just bear with me.
some really helpful advice I got about recovery from all sorts of behaviours was to stop keeping track.
Stop marking the amount of days clean/sober.
Because in doing this I was accidentally fixating a point of my life around this behaviour or these trauma anniversaries I was trying hard to move on from.
Instead of how many days since, maybe try counting how many days you spend with loved ones. How many dogs you saw on a walk. How long until your favourite season comes back around. Time will pass and your body will keep track, there’s no need to making remembering a part of your routine if it isn’t serving you. Take care <3 (love heart).
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codacheetah · 3 months
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What the hell.. silly guy
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ididoktoday · 1 year
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How we get better: a decidedly nonlinear and varied process
Maybe that suffering will slough off us like a crispy sunburn, peeling away gradually in its own time, protesting a timeline faster than its own intention. But slough it will.
Maybe that suffering will cling to us until the last second it’s allowed, like a sucking leech, our humors leaking messily and causing a real scene, relief and vulnerability entwined to tease apart later. But we’ll have time and headspace to do that work.
Maybe that suffering will be ripped off us like a warm blanket on an early winter morning, snatched away by a guiding figure who knows that what we need is more important than what we want, a figure who sighs down with love at our shivering legs. That figure knows a warm future for us that our eyes are not yet mature enough to see.
We are birthed in all sorts of ways. Let us treat each other as gently as newborns.
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moonlit-positivity · 4 months
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Something nobody is gonna tell you as a child abuse survivor is that you're gonna have to fight your way through your childhood in order to fully live and survive in this world. There are still adult responsibilities you are gonna have to claw your way through understanding and painstakingly asking for advice and learning how to do for yourself. How to apply for a job, how to do an interview, how to file taxes, how to get an apartment, how to keep track of bills and rent, how to establish and keep track of your credit, how to keep yourself from bankruptcy, how to get a doctor, how to get insurance, how to have a stable life all on your own. And this shit is 1000x harder to understand when you've got repressed memories of abuse, violence, sexual assault, etc. constantly interfering with your daily life not to mention the hopelessness that comes with having your entire body and soul shredded from such a young age. You are already so tired just from having to escape, what the fuck you mean now I gotta worry about bills n shit too??? Fuck that. So please please please know that you are so strong for continuing to live even despite the failures and the trials and the errors and the adjustments and the things you dont know how to do just yet and the things you might be too scared to ask for help in understanding. In this world where people shun you for not just googling shit on your own these days just know that you are not alone in this. There is someone out there just like you who is also struggling too, it's me, hi im that person. We can help each other get through this together.
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woman-respecter · 4 months
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i love opening instagram stories to see my former college classmates becoming antisemitic conspiracy theorists in real time. genuinely terrifying.
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lovesclinic · 1 year
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ྀི ۪  ׂ. ૮ ๑• . •๑ ა ۪  ׂ. ꒰ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 !! ꒱
ღ. synopsis ; press wants to keep his need for reader on the low, will a game of truth or dare make his obsession obvious?
ღ. cw ; press acting out of character (not a complete asshole, weed usage, samantha mention, reader and press pining for each other, suggestive content
ღ. notes ; press is nice in tbis becuase i know he sucks in the series, but we all had to stop and take a breath in that scene with abby
matt press x reader ones shot ginny and georgia !!
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The group had come over after school to hang out in Brodie’s basement as usual. And of course samantha was saying all this shit, everyone was done with it, and Y/N was about to beat the bitch up.
"okay let's play truth or dare! everyone, brodie get off the, game!" max was sick of samantha non stop antagonising everyone, maybe she could dare samantha not to talk for the rest of the year.
“seriously?" press asked annoyed while brodie only groaned at the interruption. "okay i will start!" max sat down beside ginny once again, now sitting straight up rather than lying across the girls.
“but if you pick the lame option of truth, you have to take a hit from jordan's bong!" the previously disgruntled group was now slightly more exited about max's game, due to the added aspect of jordan's bong.
"truth or dare abby."
"dare."
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abby and norah kissed.
jordan told everyone about having sex with norah in max's bed.
brodie did a total of six pushups with abby on his back before he tapped out.
ginny swapped outfits with max and was now wearing a bright pink and orange multicolour jacket that was a bit too big for her, with her jeans that looked really good on her. while max was wearing ginny's flannel and tshirt, and her tight fitting jeans.
and everyone was super high.
except for press and Y/N, who hadn't had their go yet, though neither seemed to mind the accidental exclusion.
"truth or daaare, press!" brodie called out a tad too loudly from his spot lying on the floor in a starfish position facing up.
"dare."
Y/N didn't know much about press, only that before today's weird encounter he spent his time sleeping with any hot girl who walked past him, playing basketball, and partying.
abby quickly rolled off the couch, lancing beside brodie with a thump. before quickly recovering a whispering in his ear.
"i dare you to sit on top of Y/N" Brodie sung out drunkenly.
"no." press interrupted.
now Y/N wasn't particularly religious but she thought to herself, thank god.
although Y/N was confused, usually press wouldn't need any convincing to hurt someone, physically or emotionally, and him sitting on her would most definitely crush her bones.
so why did he say no?
abby huffed and once again whispered in Brodie's ear. "oh,OH! okay reverse! i dare Y/N to sit on press' lap for the rest of the game!"
the boy quickly sobered up as much as possible to string together the most coherent sentence possible in his state. "but you can't dare me to do anything brodie, you said you chose press." the already flustered girl teased, feeling relieved at the predicament brodie found himself in. what were he and abby up to?
"okay prettyyyy girl Y/N! then truth or dare to you!"
"truth."
brodie kicked a leg up into the air in a tantrum - like response, "no you have to pick dare Y/N obviously!"
max sighed drunkinly, "yeah Y/N just go do it so i can dare norah to break up with jordan!" Y/N went to decline once again, seemingly the only voice of reason right now. however her plan quickly changed as a quick but very strong shove to Y/N’s body sent her flying off the couch and squeezing her eyes shut, braced for a hard impact with the floor.
Y/N is met with a hard surface but not one of the floor, Y/N quickly opened her eyes to see she was straddling a torso, almost hugging.
the boy above her sending her a heated look, quickly covered up with a smirk.
“a bit eager are we, little Y/N?" press' words were like a jolt to the system for her,
"hey! the man said for the rest of the game so you stay put, my pretty girl!" abby pointed at the flustered girl as made a move to leave the extremely comfortable seat of press' lap.
leaning his mouth down beside Y/N’a ear, he whispered so only she could hear his words, in a way that had her fighting for air.
“it's okay, stay here for as long as you like, they'll all be so high soon that they won't even notice what you're wearing let alone where you're sitting." was press, comforting her?
ew.
Y/N never expected that from him. she did, however, expect press to lean his head back after saying that.
but the boy only moved her body around as if she were a doll or child in need of protection. resting his chin on her shoulder, keeping her facing him with her legs frozen in the same position straddling his torso.
“if you're not okay with this i can just tell 'em to fuck off." it's like he could sense the girl’s stress.
she was too nervous to say the wrong thing, upset the boy. so she simply shook her head left to right to say no.
"that's good for me, you're comfy." his short sentences said so little but did so much to Y/N.
what did she do to make him actually like her? or just tolerate her enough to let her sit on him all night?
and how can she keep doing it?
“okay okay my go!” Y/N distantly heard muffled voices of max and the group, sounding as if they were so very far away from her and press.
and here he sat press right behind her, a new look in his eye. his hands suddenly landed subtly on either of her hips, in a gentle but firm matter. forcing Y/N to pause the rocking movements of her hips that she hadnt even realise she had started. A strained gasp escaped Y/N’s throat at the feel of his large hands on her hips.
“Y/N m’ gonna to need you to stop doing that baby.”
“why? whats wro- oh.”
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part 2?
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neuroticboyfriend · 2 months
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if you're a recovering addict, i want you to know you're doing good.
you didn't use today? you're doing good. you used recently and you're still recovering? you're doing good. you sought support today? you're doing good. you practiced harm reduction? you're doing good. you want to relapse and haven't? you're doing good. you're getting involved, even if others are doing more? you're doing good. you're resting today? you're doing good. you're alive? you're doing good.
this shit takes time. you have spent a considerable amount of time doing harmful things to yourself, or others. you're not going to change overnight. all you can reasonably do is get through the day, adding as much good to your life/the lives of others as you can. it doesn't matter what happened yesterday, or what's going to happen tomorrow.
all you have is this moment, and if you're on the path of recovery... you're doing good. this is your story. not someone else's. not some idealized version of yourself. it's yours, just as you exist, right now. that's all you have, and all you need.
keep going. you got this. i'm glad you're here (and so is everyone else who interacted with this post).
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