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youneedsomeprompts · 1 month
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~ IN A VOID ~ FORESHADOWING DEPRESSION PROMPTS
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requested by: @crochet-cafe request: How can I foreshadow or hint that my character has severe depression? I want to make the reveal a big deal when it happens and catch readers off guard
Feel free to use and reblog!
having other characters associate the person's mood with their character traits ("they're always grumpy")
masking their depression really well but being absolutely drained and a lot worse as soon as they're alone
appearing as a 'neutral' person, when their neutral mood actually indicates the emptiness they feel inside
their growing passivity makes them fade into the background
the more excited other people get the more downcast the person becomes (they get perceived as a killjoy)
they don't accept invitations anymore
they always say they're busy but can't answer the question what exactly they're doing
they show no emotional reaction in a fight
everyone says about the person that they have such a hard shell
they usually have been very caring and sensitive to everyone around them but suddenly they seem like they couldn't care less
for more inspiration/how to help: ~ SHOWING SUPPORT FOR SOMEONE WITH DEPRESSION ~ WRITING PROMPTS
note: If you or someone you know feels that way and really needs help, please seek professional help <3
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canisalbus · 8 months
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your dread piece makes me nauseous with recognition. there's been so many times when i've been in a happy situation with people i love and im just struck with emotional agony, and i cant say a word. too real. fantastic work.
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curioscurio · 2 years
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A comic about self loathing and weird metaphors that may or may not make sense
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making art memes in hopes of catching your attention for my issue? couldn't be me 🫢🫣
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but yeah, what the meme says
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TW sh implied
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Mike's too scared to go swimming when the rest of the Party invites him. He's scared of the others seeing his scars. He's scared that they'll judge him. He doesn't want to deal with that. Instead, he just dips his feet in and watches his friends swim
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zephsthings · 2 months
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gonna be real for a sec
ed recovery is so fucking hard. i want chocolate. but my brain is SCREAMING at me. but i am hungry. but also i am scared. but i want to ENJOY FOOD WITHOUT THINKING BAD SHIT ABOUT IT
anyways do i say "nah bitch i am eatin this order" and getting more chocolate or do i just,,, sit and listen to the voices
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dino-boyo-agere · 1 month
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Two days ago I accidentally took the wrong sleeping meds (my old ones, I recently switched to just melatonin) and holy frick..
Yesterday I was zooted out of my mind the whole day.. How the hecc did I ever funktion while on those meds?!?!
I was pretty much disassociated the whole day, everything felt off and I was just numb.
I've been taking those meds ever since I was 12 or 13, I guess it was normal for me to feel that way, but, like.. WHAT?!
.゚。.・.*.゚☆❗only interact if your blog is SFW❗☆ ゚.*.・. 。゚.
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phoebe-delia · 9 months
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Mirrorball
Sooo this is a bit different from my usual. I really like this song, and I like it for Drarry, but honestly, I couldn't figure out how to write this fic in a way that would feel fresh to me. So this is a poem, inspired by "Mirrorball" by Taylor Swift, for @cruelsummer-ficfest. CW: references to death, mental health struggles, and grief.
I stare at my hardened chin. Mirrored in porcelain. They say it’s all for me, but I don’t think it is.
I went through the motions, though. Beating my broken heart. Mourning the dead to help me feel alive.
I am partial to the rain these days. I can feel my body shiver. Fingertips wrinkle, withered. Then you join me there.
You, take my hand and tell me, “Listen. Do you hear the sky is singing?” Next thing that I know I’m spinning Right into your arms.
Then, we’re next to your bathroom sink. Plastic gloves stained with ink. Watching my past go down the drain together.
And I looked at the scars that I never chose. So I went to an artist and I left with new marks. They remind me that I’m made of skin, not of armor.
We laugh at their double-takes. Whispers and head shakes. Finally time begins to crack their idol.
And I still sometimes wonder why you even try. Most people gave up by now, and the rest of them died. But you remain anyway. You stayed with me in the storm. You taught me how to dance.
And we both have our demons, have our ghost-filled dreams. Maybe grief is our penance, what it costs to keep living. But maybe we don’t need rain And one day your wrinkled hand Will spin me into your arms.
So they have their porcelain. I look and see your grin. You’d never say it’s true, but I know it’s for me.
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minor vent again, read tags first
I got a response from my teacher :c and I just remembered how nice he always was to me and now I feel worse because i don't wannaaaaa I don't wanna go back to the UK I don't wanna go back to that school I don't wanna face my teachers again I don't wanna make them all so very disappointed in me :cccccccccc
I'm gonna be there in less than two weeks and I'm having a proper crisis right now. I don't wanna go. I haven't studied enough. I feel like crying. I don't wanna go back. I really really really don't wanna go back. I don't wanna go back and see all the teachers that believe in me and care about me, only to disappoint them because I can't find it in me to function like a normal human being just for a few months. It's just for a few months. I don't have to stay there forever. I don't wanna go backkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk :C
I'm probably gonna cry about this in a while. getting back the response from my teacher just made it hit me in the face that I'm actually going back and I'm actually gonna have to face them all again and there's going to be people I know and there's going to be people I don't like and there's going to be people that don't like me and most of all, there's going to be all my teachers. All my teachers that have so much faith in me, all my teachers that care about my mental health so much and try to not misgender me and all the nice stuff. I'm going to have to face those teachers again. I'm going to have to tell them that coming back to India did not in fact fix my motivation levels and they're worse than ever and I haven't studied SHIT in the few months that I've had away from people. Like I haven't even been doing much else I've just literally been doing absolutely nothing and now I'm STILL doing nothing because I'm panicking too much to do anything.
wow that response really triggered this crisis-mode in me. why am i so incompetent. why can't i find something to make me get through these few months and actually study for once so I don't disappoint everyone I've ever respected in my entire life. My physics teacher from Junior college. She was expecting so much from me. I don't think I could ever contact her again if I barely pass my A Levels. God I feel so stupid right now. I wish I could just STUDY. It's not even that hard for me is the thing. Like I LOVE studying, it's my favourite goddamn thing but MOTIVATION IS MISSING. For like. the past year maybe? ever since I got started on my medication. And i can't just randomly go off it right now just for the sake of my exams because it's 30 freaking miligrams and that would cause some bad withdrawal symptoms. i'm just stuck. i'm just stuck like this. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i'm so disappointed in myself and everything in the entire world right now. I don't want to disappoint my teachers :c I don't want to disappoint them I don't want them to look at me disappointedly i don't want to end up ruining their dreams for me i don't want toooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo :c life is so so hard sometimes and i don't want to keep trying at this point. but the tickets are already booked and if i don't go then i'll be wasting a shit ton of my parents' money which will STILL disappoint them so i have no choice but to disappoint SOMEONE. either disappoint my family or i disappoint my teachers who had faith in me.
in the response my teacher showed so much faith in me "i'm sure you can nail all 4 practical experiments in the 4 hours" boy i don't even know what experiments i'm supposed to be doing i don't even know how to calculate the tension in a pendulum, i don't even know if i'm SUPPOSED to know that. i don't know what sort of forces will count in ladder questions or whatever shit. he has too much faith in me and it's all going to go to shit when he realizes i am so so clueless about my subjects. and my further maths teacher was always so caring of my mental health and he made sure i didn't feel like shit for not being able to keep up with everyone else content-wise because it's okay because my mental health is shit and i have plenty of time but sir i dON'T have plenty of time anymore i have two weeks left to come back to school and i haven't even STARTED studying your subject yet. there's a bunch of content i haven't covered even ONCE, there's a bunch of stuff i know literally nothing about because i haven't even checked what's gonna be on the exam and he's gonna be so disappointed that even all this time away didn't prove enough for me. to heal and study and catch up. and they all had so much faith in me. i was literally given an A* in the practice exam or whatever it was because i was just that good at his subject. and now? I haven't done it in months. i haven't done the things that i was supposed to cover for the first time. i don't even know the BIG M method or whatever that is for decision maths. i hate decision maths. i like pure maths the one that's just letters and occasionally numbers and then symbols and whatever. i have to teach myself the rest of my decision math syllabus and the rest of my pure math syllabus and i haven't even STARTED on it yet. i'm sorry everyone.
i wish there was something i could do to make myself just concentrate. if i concentrated like usual for the next two weeks i could probably cover everything i need to cover before i have to travel. but i haven't been able to concentrate like that since last december and i don't know if i will ever be able to do that again. i want to scream and i want to apologise and i don't want to face my teachers again i don't think i could survive their disappointment. i'm trying so hard to not have another SH relapse. it won't even do me any good, hurting myself is not gonna help me do better at my exams it's just gonna make things worse. why the fuck do i still feel like doing it? I care about these exams so much. why is my brain being like this to me. it's not fair. why can't i just be like everyone else. perhaps i'd be average at everything academic but at least i wouldn't be like THIS. I'd take average-at-academics-but-able-to-function over excelling-at-academics-and-unable-to-function ANY day. i've raised everyone's expectations for me way too high and now everyone's going to be disappointed and it's all going to come crashing down and i know this isn't the end of my entire adult life but it sure as fuck feels like it right now and i don't know how to get past that.
i want a hug :c
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motherhenna · 7 months
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wanted to share an almost full-body pic for the first time in probably almost a decade because for once I'm actually proud of how I'm progressing and think that the changes I'm making will end up being permanent bc I'm genuinely enjoying them. Plus, the few selfies I have shared over the last five years have been very photoshopped and at flattering angles, so I feel like most of y'all don't know what I actually look like. So this is me in my children's theater teacher fit last monday!
I'm 17 lbs down from my highest ever weight, but my trainer thinks I'm probably up at least ten to fifteen lbs in muscle. I'm cooking my own food, eating more reasonable portions, and going to the gym at least five times a week because I want to, not because I feel shame or guilt. And now that I'm working as hard as I am, I'm a lot less triggered by looking at new pictures of myself because I know I'm doing my best. I'm still obese, and probably will be for awhile more, but I'm starting to appreciate what I look like and feel like. And hopefully it'll just get better from here!
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maudiemoods · 1 year
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Hair? Falling out from stress!! Chest? In constant pain!! Eyes? Dead and tired!! Brain? Overthinking and emotional!! Hygiene? Routine completely forgotten!!
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youneedsomeprompts · 1 year
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~ SHOWING SUPPORT FOR SOMEONE WITH DEPRESSION ~ WRITING PROMPTS
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requested by: anonymous
Feel free to use and reblog!
offering hugs
helping them with simple life tasks without judging
bringing them food they like
"I'm here for you."
trying to give them as much comfort as they can
telling them stories from the outside world to distract them
accepting that not every attempt to help actually does something for the other
just sitting in silence with them & being there
"Do you want to talk?" "No." "It's alright."
wrapping them up in a blanket
reading to them
talking them into going out into the green for recreation
being patient
not having expectations but being happy about every sign of recovery
making sure that they're staying hydrated enough
"I made this for you."
showing them they're happy to see them even if the other isn't in a great state ("I love you regardless")
gentle gestures of affection (brushing through their hair, caressing, etc.)
giving them soft smiles
holding them when they need to cry
note: I'm not a professional, and this is not a list of perfect ways to help a depressed person but a list of ways people would maybe try to help. If you or someone you know really needs help, please seek professional help <3
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yusrasyang · 4 months
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I'm 2 years clean! ikik not the most impressive, but i was soo happy when i realized!! the tags kinda explain a bit more but i just really wanted to share :>>> also if I mistagged im sosososososo sorry I tagged after I vented all that and I'm not sure if they fit
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o-nik · 3 months
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Mental Health Confessions
CW/TW - sui mention, meds mention
I've been struggling mentally for years now, and since I trust tumblr enough that I'm writing this out here
Some people might have noticed how I'm not posting as frequently as I've used to...
I know mental health recovery is not a linear thing, but any time theres a downhill I don't think I'm gonna ever get better. Because let's be honest... I've had nearly 8 years to "get better" and where am I now?
I neglect myself, my physical appearance just as my mental health. I'm barely eating, not brushing my teeth, taking showers an incredibly few times a month and I haven't washed my hair for at least 3 months (but I think it might be more).
Call me disgusting, I know I am, I am stinking and my face is all greasy, but I don't know what to do, because I can't get myself to help myself.
I am taking my meds just as regularly as I use to, I have no idea what's my problem. I feel I am hungry, but I have no apetite at all, I know I should drink – even tho i am NOT thirsty at all – but every sip I take is so incredibly forced that it's impossible to do it all the time, all day, every five minutes, FOREVER...
My physical health has been bad for a while, but now it's worse. I always have a low blood pressure, I'm dizzy when I stand up, I have shortness of breath and I'm just so. SO tired. I don't know why I'm tired. I have no job, I am sitting at home drawing, or watching shows just to distract myself from how shitty my life ended up be.
I am weak. Both physically and mentally. My back hurts, my joints hurt, my knee hurts, my head hurts sometimes and I've sunken so low that at this point all I can do is sink more.
All the advice I've been given are useless, because I can't "exercise" when I feel like -this-, and I can't "just take a shower/wash my hair" because I CAN'T.
People saying these things have no idea how many times I've said to myself how I'm gonna get my shit together from -that day- night. Take a shower, wash my hair, tidy my room a bit, its gonna be fine. But it never ends up happening.
Sometimes I catch myself wondering who the fuck I am. No matter who calls me and what name, and how they say things, and how this and how that I end up thinking back about it and going "I would not fucking say/do that".
Really tho. I just don't see the point.
I have no idea why I'm writing this I just feel like if I don't get this out of my system I'm gonna kms.
Which I don't want to...
I'm not writing any closure I'm not in the mood
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ezratheunready · 4 months
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Oh the joy of family holidays! Getting misgendered, deadnamed, ridiculed, and reminded that they will never actually see you as your true self.
They will only see you as the version of yourself that wanted to die every second of every day because you felt like dying was the only way to be free of that pain and hurt over something that people told me made people disgusting and unloveable, being trans. The person you pretended to be that was killing you.
For all my fellow trans people that experiencing the same thing, I’m so deeply sorry. I love you, you mean the world to me for just existing against all odds. You deserve to be seen and accepted no matter what your family or society tells you.
Stay strong and remember that when you face all that hurt and struggle with your family, that there is a whole community that understands, sees you, and loves you, the REAL you. ❤️
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byanyan · 29 days
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the thing that byan is most embarrassed of... is that they have days where they physically can't drag themself out of bed. a lot of the time on their worse days, they'll force themself to get up and do something out of spite (usually ends up being smth involving violence and/or their self destructive tendencies) bc laying around at the mercy of their poor mental health makes them feel weak, which in turn makes them feel worse, but sometimes the weight of everything is just genuinely too much and they end up spending the day either sleeping or dissociating. or both. a lot of the time they'll also turn to substance abuse to get them through, to numb themself and make things more tolerable.
unsurprisingly, you'll never hear them talk about this. it's the sort of thing no one needs to know about, and it's something they're deeply ashamed of. they'll make excuses and lie about having just ditched plans/skipped school/etc. if someone ever comments on them not turning up - which people do, fortunately, tend to buy, considering they already have a tendency to just not show up where they're supposed to.
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