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risustravelogue · 6 months
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In the psychiatrist's waiting room and thinking about Wriothesley finally finding out what your regular visits to the surface is all about.
cw. mental health issues, specifically bipolar II disorder. contains heavy lore of my s/i (f!reader, she/her pronouns used).
You've told Wriothesley during your job interview that you'd require once-a-month visits to the surface if he were to employ you. He agreed without prying further, much to your relief.
Sigewinne had known from the start, of course—it's her duty to know everything about the people in her care, after all. Yet, she passed your files over to the Duke anyway, because she knew he'd grant you, the most excellent apprentice of Estelle's, this small relief. The only thing she told him was "she needs to maintain her health, but it's out of the scope of my knowledge of human well-being."
He'd lie if he said he wasn't curious about Sigewinne's words, but his need of a mechanic to maintain and improve his gauntlets was greater. And so he stayed out of the issue... until he decides to confess his attraction for you.
He doesn't even try persuading Sigewinne to tell him about your issues, knowing how strict she is with doctor-patient confidentiality. So after a few private investigations, he decides to go straight to the source.
That afternoon, he welcomes you to his office. He sits on his desk with the sound of soft piano—your favorite piece—flowing from his gramophone.
"I need to talk about your monthly visits to the surface," he says, and your gaze goes downward to your shifting feet, your fingers fidgeting behind your back.
Sensing your nervous energy, he smiles and says, "Relax. I'm not going to fire you or anything like that. A small issue like this won't affect what I think about you."
You chuckle derisively. "That's what they all say before rejecting my job application," you say. "And it's not exactly a 'small' issue. It affects everything you know about me."
"Try me," he says, sipping his tea. "Please."
"... I guess you're going to find out sooner or later..." you mumble. You inhale and exhale, your breath trembling in fear of being rejected by him.
"I have... depression. Specifically, bipolar two disorder. That's why I seem more irritable some days and like I've lost interest in everything on others," you blurt out. "I've been on both medication and counseling, so it doesn't stand out too much anymore, but it still gets in the way of my work sometimes. That's why I need to visit my doctor on the surface once a month. Believe me when I said this is not the worst I've been—"
You stop speaking when you realize that your boss is staring at you in sympathy.
"I—I'm sorry. For rambling," you mutter.
"No, no," he says with a sigh. "If anything, I'm sorry for not asking sooner."
"Sure... well. Are you still not going to fire me?" you ask bluntly.
Wriothesley's eyes soften.
"No. Why would I? I love you."
"... What?"
"I love you," he repeats as he steps closer to you. Your heart beats loud and fast from the adrenaline, thoughts racing through your head: screw this, screw everything, if I'm going to lose him, might as well be now—
"I... I don't... My ex dumped me when I told him this," you ramble, tears welling up in your eyes. "You– you're sure? You don't... see me as someone problematic? You don't... hate me?"
His fingers rest on your chin as he lifts your face. You instinctively gasp and close your eyes at his touch, only to feel his soft, warm lips meeting yours in a chaste kiss.
"I'm glad you're able to be honest with me," he says against your lips. His breath smells like the tea he just sipped, and somehow it's so intoxicating this way—
"I love you," he says again, his icy blue eyes now gazing softly into yours. "And I don't mind being a place for you to rest, your home in this foreign country. Will you allow me to be such?"
"Y– you would?" you stutter, the good kind of disbelief flooding your chest with warmth. "I... would love for you to be my home," you say with a grin. "I love you, too."
"Good," he breathes, his arms pulling your body flush against his. You feel your worries melt away as he kisses you in his embrace.
"Very good... my love."
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doctor-loboto · 2 years
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cartoonscientist · 5 months
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you can tell by the frequency and positive, perhaps even grandiose tone of my posts that I’m on an upswing in my bipolar cycle and I am ready to get shit done around here, like maybe some square and uptight people would say I shouldn’t be having any kind of cycling, but like you know not everyone can turn off the wave pool, they just have to get it to a lower setting and learn to work with the current
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bingeblogging · 2 years
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This is not a fucking drill I feel like I can kinda understand a bit about manic disorders and episodes because I think I'm currently experiencing one now like I feel like I have only consumed coffee today because I'm exactly all of thissss helppp
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Dannnnnngggg
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demonlandline · 2 years
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it's cruel that I'm hypomanic and contain the energy of 8 or 9 regular people but I'm not able to separate myself into like 4 very excitable people so I can draw and record music and write and make clothes at the same time what do you mean I have to choose one at a time?
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rose-lily-hale · 4 months
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Nothing like a good stress cry/sob to make your night AND make your mother think your bipolar is making you go batshit again 👍
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caseyscraftycorner · 3 months
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Bipolar, part 1.
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regulus-books · 2 months
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410 words - busy - @jegulus-microfic
warnings: arguing, bipolar james (although it's not directly mentioned, i wanted to add this tag because that's kinda what I was aiming for, and if you want a little more info on this specific episode of his I will definitely make a second post about it because I also have gone through similar things (lol another author using their mental illness in a fic/oneshot), and I hope you enjoy<3)
James has been busy a lot lately. A lot.
James has always been a hard worker, Regulus knows that. It just feels... purposeful this time. Maybe he's overreacting, but James gets up, works, eats (in silence), and goes back to sleep. He hangs out with Sirius on the weekends. Cycle repeats itself.
Regulus is standing outside the door of James' office.
"Jamie?" Regulus' heart squeezes painfully with worry about what James' answer will be. Silence emits in the hall. Regulus knocks again. "Amour?"
The door swings open fast, knocking Regulus back a bit. "What?" James' tone is harsh, and bitter. Regulus' face contorts and his eyes water.
"Well, um," Everything he says seems more stupid. He picks the skin around his nails. He looks at the ground. "I was just..." He doesn't know what to say next.
"Well, spit it out." James bites back, and Regulus is almost dumbfounded.
"What do you want for dinner?" Regulus selects a question from his list:
•Are you okay?
•When will you come out of that room?
•Can we just talk?
•What do you want for dinner?
•What did I do wrong?
"I don't fucking know, Regulus, figure it out yourself." James spits his name like it's a slur.
He doesn't even know what he feels. Pain, anger?
"I can't take this shit," Regulus says, shaking his head as tears fall down his face and his bags get packed. He looks at James' face.
James. The man he loves is staring at him in the doorway of their bedroom while he is packing a bag. It almost feels like a fever dream. James is leaning against the frame of their door, one hand in the pocket of his work trousers, he looks almost nonchalant.
"Are you seriously just going to fucking watch me walk out?"
"If that's what you want." James leans his head on the frame now, just watching.
"You won't even fight?"
"No."
"You won't fight for me, James? For us?" James looks down at the ground, where the bag is, almost all the way packed before looking back into Regulus' teary eyes.
"No."
Regulus heart is being eaten by wild animals. He can feel them ripping away piece by piece, each one going slower, applying more pressure, biting further in.
"Did I do something?" This time, James doesn't answer at all. Instead, he looks away from Regulus, away from the suitcase, away from his bedroom and walks back into his office.
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tearrstained · 9 months
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Staying silent knowing I have plans to kill myself.<<<<
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prwlnglthr · 10 months
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THUNDER BURNING QUICKLY TURNING KNIFE OF WORDS IS DRIVING ME INSANE //
pseudomanicpseudomanicpseudomanicpseudomanicpseudomanic
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ihhfhonao3 · 7 months
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Look, I love a good media theory as much as the next guy, but so many of them, especially theories for kids shows, are lowkey ableist.
“Dark things you never knew about Fairly OddParents! Number one: Timmy is schizophrenic!”
“Dark fact: Owl from Winnie the Pooh has NPD!!”
“Scary theory says that Sandy from SpongeBob has Borderline Personality Disorder!”
Like I’m sorry if you maybe overlooked the implications of what you were saying, but are you implying that disorders, disabilities and divergences are “scary” and “dark?” Because I’m not sure that’s a hill you want to die on.
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Low (1/1) (jegulus)
It didn't matter how many times Regulus reassured him, James hated when Regulus had extended lower times. James knew Sirius' patterns now so could see the low coming and help him manage so as to not get too manic when it cycled around, but Regulus was different. Regulus preferred to keep to himself, and usually was flat because he didn't want to show any emotion. But when Regulus was depressed it was a whole different kind of isolation, dissociation, and frustration.
Regulus would have a much harder time regulating his emotions if he could feel them, tears would spill out of his eyes completely against his will and for no clear reason. He would still go to work and school, he would even let James pull him out to be with friends but he was never actively participating, appeared locked inside his head, and nowhere near reality.
And Regulus struggled and struggled to fight off the overwhelming intrusive thoughts that everyone would be better off without him.
It didn't matter what James did, he never felt enough because he couldn't fix it. Regulus was used to this by now and in a moment or two of clarity would realize what was happening and be able to reassure James nothing was going to happen, he just needed to ride the waves. It challenged James but he knew that all Regulus wanted was for him to be there, so he would be.
And he was tonight. There when Regulus got home and showered and then sat stiffly on the couch. James opened his arms for Regulus to lay his head on James' lap, and he did finally relaxing into James sunny warmth.
And that was enough. James holding Regulus. Regulus being held. There love was enough even when James felt like nothing was right and Regulus felt nothing at all.
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l0nd0n-3xists · 9 months
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I hate how people tell me to get help or reach out when i’m feeling $u1c1d@l, destructive, etc etc.
But the moment I reach out, Im blown off.
Yeah, How about you listen to my issues or stfu and let me $l1t my wrists.
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cartoonscientist · 1 year
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a shower is like a magical girl transformation sequence for schizophrenic/bipolar ppl
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bingeblogging · 2 years
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I've never felt more NOT okay, to the point where I'm kinda scared of what my mental state may make me do like as it is I'm already like a ghost to like anyone who means anything to me in my life and I'm internally hating that I'm hurting people but externally just doing it and having no idea how to stop it and just wanna lay in bed and do nothing
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traumacorevomit · 1 year
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