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kodiescove · 1 month
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Okay yall
No poll this time cause I don't really have ideas, I'm looking to you for ideas.
How would you like me to structure my Representation Masterpost?
The only two ideas I have is:
Make a list of all the identities I come across in books, and list the books under the identities
Or
List each author, then their books and the rep in their books.
Idea 1 let's people find books based on rep.
Idea 2 is more organized/cohesive/how I'd personally organize my books.
I'm sure there's tons of ways people could come up with to organize this!
I want to know what the community wants.
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rosariumpartone · 1 year
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quote from Pan’s Flute ⚜︎
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pixieverse-icedtea · 1 year
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people who get excited about stars, moons and sunsets are my kind of people
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ivynightshade · 24 days
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fatima aamer bilal, from we were put on this earth desperate, hungry and willing.
[text id: you get nervous when someone holds your hand, you wonder if they can feel the rot.]
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do you torture the character you relate to most and recreate your own abuse in fiction to cope or were your needs and feelings acknowledged as a child
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Hey just to ruin your day I want you guys to remember that before Drake in the second book Andrew had been making genuine steps towards recovery even if we didn’t get to see it very closely
Andrew being on his meds for the first and second book make it hard to see, especially since we didn’t meet him before he was on his meds but it can be inferred that he was making real progress on reclaiming his autonomy
He went to therapy regularly in which he actually talked to and got along with his therapist. He was able to have an ongoing relationship with Roland, and even though he insisted on using handcuffs that’s actually a healthy coping mechanism (he was able to recognise a problem which caused him distress aka people touching him without permission and applied a non-harmful solution which allowed him to continue without running away that’s the definition of learning to cope), he was not actively self-harming which we know by the fact that he has scars, not wounds, scratches or anything else, just healed scars. He was also able to accept and embrace his sexuality despite his history. He still has suicidal ideation but he is no longer practicing suicidal tendencies, which is genuinely huge progress
His biggest issues during the book are his meds (which seem to make it harder for him to regulate his emotions and his reactions and therefore causes him to the extreme measures which are familiar to him aka violence) and his relationship with Aaron/Kevin caused by an unhealthy desire to protect people. He was making an actual recovery, albeit a slow one, which just makes what happens to him all the more horrible
During the second book it had been seven years since he experienced that kind of abuse, seven years in which he clearly was slowly getting better only to be retraumatised again
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I think about this all the time I need to inflict this onto someone else
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obsob · 1 year
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here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud!!
✷(print shop)✷
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Thomas J. Scheff - Being Mentally Ill: a sociological theory - Aldine - 1966 (design by David Miller)
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the chemistry and technology of edible oils and fats and their high fat products (1989) - g. hoffmann
"mole interest"
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honeypleasejustkillme · 4 months
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i miss the rage (being hypersexual)
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fribbitz · 2 months
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cut like 7/8ths of this collage but here it is ourgh
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rosariumpartone · 1 year
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quote from Rosa, Rosa 🌹
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pixieverse-icedtea · 1 year
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if you remember anything of me, after i leave this world, remember that i loved even when it was foolish. that i cared even when it was unwanted. when my body is gone, please remember my heart.
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coffeeworldsasaki · 3 months
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Another thing that makes kaladin so painfully relatable is how much his mental illness hides his personality, because between depressive episodes and trauma he's this sarcastic little shit that smiles a lot at his friends and then the depression gets to him and all that disappears
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ihavehisdvds · 2 months
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“I reject the dreamer
I want to sleep forever.
I want no more of Sunrise
It brings only the prelude to lies.
I reject the beams of Moonlight.
Let my soul be where it lies.”
- A response to Oscar Wilde
Original quote by Oscar Wilde: “A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”
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innerangeltoadlover · 1 month
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IDEOLOGY : LIFE IN SCHIZOPHRENIA
1. I was inspired to write this because I believe a diagnosis of schizophrenia silences those who suffer from the illness. I wrongly believed after my sister took me to Court in an effort to make me homeless that I would never have to fight for my truth to be heard again. Poor outcomes for patients are linked to expedient treatments - ones which may ignore salient indicators of abuse in order to place mental illness as the cause of behaviour and the only valid truth. There is probably nothing more demeaning and disheartening than telling your therapist about abuse and having it received as a fairytale. My story will show the consequences of skepticism and disbelief in the treatment of schizophrenia which allows for the generalisation of experiences without differentiation. We are better than this.
Sometimes , well often, when we read a memoir there’s an assumption that the person writing has overcome some insurmountable hardship. It motivates us to think that we can do the same – and at some point we , like the author, will walk into the sunset with clarity, humour and perhaps in hand with another. These are the kinds of books I usually stop reading after the first chapter because life , and in particular my life, has not been like this. I want to write about the ugly side of mental illness and the reason why there are so many of us who exist without that longed for happy ending. For those of us who don’t crawl out of the mire our lives are not improved by the application of lipstick or the urging of those who have. Despite our travels through a social media polluted with inspiring memes and motivational scenarios real hardship is present and remains unchanged despite its synonymous pairing with choice.
So my story isn’t going to be particularly uplifting -there has been no victory here – I write because I have to – not because I want to. I’m hoping in writing that I might gain some internal peace over the war my mind wages with me, particularly at night when the lack of distraction makes sleep elusive. I think publishing is a bit of a minefield for people like me. I’m wary of writing anything that resembles some clueless manifesto but at the same time I think it’s important for people with this illness to write something real that isn’t Instagramable and also at nearly 60 I’ve come to view my illness as a valid part of my individuality and I wish to defend it rather than have this unique part of me trampled into submission by doctors who view me like a bacteria in a Petri dish. The truth is this illness is crap but the treatment is crappier and you are trapped in it , well I have been anyway. However the older I get the more I’ve realised that much of the prejudice and stigma linked to this illness has much of its origins in treatment. I used to have a social conscience and was concerned about the plight of my fellow sufferers but it has been chipped away. When my Shrink tells me of advances in care it sort of hangs in the air like a fog in a windowless room. These days I say very little when these professionals say this nonsense which I’ve heard so many times– I’m nearly old but I was young once and I wasn’t born in the Dark Ages- I was hopeful , though that hope has disintegrated. The old mantra “you can’t reason with a schizophrenic” is alive and well in most psychiatrists offices however it is often only the benefit of hindsight that allows us to see the stark relief against the empty rhetoric. It also painfully exhibits that in my case my treatment was inhibited by doctors who could not tell fact from fiction and who had ultimately decided that some lives are worth more than others.
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