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half decent bunny nest…i think the stamp is too complicated…
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gingers…
tjis shit is so fuckrd up
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Empower Your Healing Journey: Psychotherapy Techniques for Pain Relief
Embarking on a journey towards healing is a profound and empowering endeavor, especially when guided by psychotherapy techniques for pain relief. In the realm of mental health, these techniques serve as invaluable tools to address emotional distress, trauma, and various sources of psychological pain. Psychotherapy, with its diverse approaches such as cognitive-behavioral therapy (CBT), mindfulness-based interventions, and psychodynamic therapy, provides individuals with a structured framework to explore and understand the root causes of their pain. Through targeted sessions, individuals learn coping mechanisms, emotional regulation, and resilience-building strategies. The emphasis on psychotherapy techniques for pain underscores the holistic nature of healing, recognizing the interconnectedness of mental and physical well-being. By actively engaging in these evidence-based practices, individuals can reclaim agency over their lives, foster resilience, and navigate the path towards enduring pain relief. This transformative process not only addresses immediate concerns but also fosters long-term psychological well-being, guiding individuals towards a more fulfilling and balanced life.
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it's so interesting to me, the things that people hold onto when they're afraid. the people, objects, and parts of themselves they cling to tighter, even if it's irrational and counterproductive, for fear of them being torn away. when everything you have, perhaps even everything you are, is under threat, your world becomes so small.
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Superboy wakes up in a prison.
In the cell, sitting across from him, there's a teen that looks like another offshoot clone of Clark.
He learns in bits and pieces that he's been captures by a shadow government organization hellbent on ridding the world of anyone "ecto-contaminated", or anyone who has ever been dead.
Since he'd died before, even though he came back, he set off their sensors.
He doesn't remember how he got caught, doesn't remember what he was doing prior, but the walls are made of a weird material that glows green and cancels out his powers. It also doesn't hurt him.
Diluted kryptonite? He'll have to steal some and give it to Tim.
According to the kid, they've been forcibly detained to "serve their sentence for illegal immigration from the Realm of the Dead to the Realm of the Living" by way of routinely allowing themselves to be subjected to medical procedures. They are always being watched, they aren't the only ones captive, that apparently his entire high school had been condemned to it as well as some literal ghosts, and if he struggles then they won't give him the mercy of sedation while they do their experiments.
And Kon can't use his power to escape, or free this kid, or free any of the other prisoners. It's the worst case scenario.
Thank fuck he's best friends with a paranoid Bat that might have more contingencies than the Big Bat Himself.
Kon activates the only subdermal tracker he'd allowed Tim to place under his skin, and settles down to wait.
A prison of this design, but more high tech and with less privacy. Apparently the idea behind it was that you couldn't see the guards, but they could see you, and the lights would move at random to make you think they were paying attention all the time.
So psychological torture on top of imprisonment.
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about my hiatus
About my hiatus
I have been in the hospital the past three months. I was not in a state where I could write a blog. I was doped up most of the time and barely knew what was going on around me. I was sick with renal failure, covid, and infection called C diff. I was barely eating so they had place an nasogastric tube down in my stomach for a bit. I don’t know how long this tube was place. I had…
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crazy how every mentally ill/disabled person i know, knows more about psychology than most psychologists i know
absolutely wild how every physically disabled person i know, knows more about them than almost every professional i know
its almost like they should listen to us or something
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The first thing to remember is this: As long as you make an identity for yourself out of the pain, you cannot become free of it. As long as part of your sense of self is invested in your emotional pain, you will unconsciously resist or sabotage every attempt that you make to heal that pain.
Why? Quite simply because you want to keep yourself intact, and the pain has become an essential part of you. This is an unconscious process, and the only way to overcome it is to make it conscious.
To suddenly see that you are or have been attached to your pain can be quite a shocking realization. The moment you realize this, you have broken the attachment.
The pain-body is an energy field, almost like an entity, that has become temporarily lodged in your inner space. It is life energy that has become trapped, energy that is no longer flowing.
Of course, the pain-body is there because of certain things that happened in the past. It is the living past in you, and if you identify with it, you identify with the past.
A victim identity is the belief that the past is more powerful than the present, which is the opposite of the truth. It is the belief that other people and what they did to you are responsible for who you are now, for your emotional pain or your inability to be your true self.
The truth is that the only power there is is contained within this moment: It is the power of your presence. Once you know that, you also realize that you are responsible for your inner space now — nobody else is — and that the past cannot prevail against the power of the Now.
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Congratulations to Quackity honestly, he singlehandlenly destroyed emotionally almost 10 people in a single random event that led to 3 of them into crying out of sorrow and pain because of a familiar bond made with a fictional character that awakened the primal human instict of protecting the weak
Jaiden you poor soul you have all the rights to destroy this whole island
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Thinking about the symbolic weight of smoking in the TLT universe that comes to the fore in The Unwanted Guest -- the way it moves through from person to person: Pyrrha smoked, and Augustine wanted to impress her in all her stone cold fox MILF James Bond glory (and tbf who wouldn't) so he started too. and even though as far as he knows she's been gone for a myriad and is never coming back, he keeps the habit. Ianthe sees something in the hollowed-out Faberge eggshell of Augustine that resonates with her, all that gilded eloquent emptiness and disdain through the ages, so she picked it up from him to try to emulate it. She picked it up so hard that Palamedes -- the exact spiritual antithesis of the 'smoking! on a space station! what a powermove' ennui Ianthe so admired -- spontaneously unnerded enough to even known how to, simply from a sort of contact contamination of the soul.
G1deon and Augustine sharing a jittery smoke after their near-Harrow experience during soup night, and it's the closest thing to any real sense of brotherhood that remains between them. Pyrrha going ten thousand years dying both literally and for a smoke (and then Camilla sold her fucking cigarettes (for a third of what they were worth, probably Pyrrha's own good, and also more importantly grocery money). what an entirely haunted time to be alive etc.). Augustine and Mercy trading a cigarette back and forth in the middle of their collusion over the love and murder of god.
An act of small and measured self-destruction in the name of something a little bit like connection when you're stuck somewhere in yourself where love itself dares not or cannot tread (ritualized, transmissible)..........
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*voice cracks* d-o any of you think about how s-soft abby’s hands are and how her palms are a little rough from working with them so much. they are rarely cold and somehow always at a perfect temperature when you reach out to interlock your fingers with hers. when you trace her hands, you make sure to love on the scars and calluses as if you are healing them with your love. she always wears a ring on her right ring finger — it’s twin sits on your left index — that she fidgets with.
when you guys first met, one of you “very casually” brought up palm reading, which just happened to lead to you tracing the lines on her hand pretending you knew what you were doing. she held her breath as your nail softly followed the love line until it stopped at the bottom of her left ring finger the one abby would later swear was pointed directly at you
whenever you cry around her, abby’s thumb will be there to catch the teardrop from your cheek before cupping your face in her hands. what i’m trying to say is that even with the hardened texture her hands are still the softest things that you’ve both held and been held by
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After long term living with gaslighting – specifically being gaslit while in pain, while trying to ask for help, being told your pain isn't real or is your own fault - it's almost a relief to be completely alone with your pain. Because if you're alone, then you alone can decide what this pain is, how bad it is, why is it here, how to approach it, what to think of it.
Being gaslit about our own pain often meant that a person would not only downplay our pain, but shame us for it, blame us for it, invent reasons why it's our fault, and rearrange the history of it so that it made us seem guilty, like all of the pain was self-inflicted.
Alone, there is nobody who can tell us what happened and what didn't. Our version of events is the only one existing. Nobody is allowed to come and shame us for feeling, for remembering what happened, for linking the cause and the consequence, for seeing the source of the pain clearly. The events are no longer revised, erased or rearranged to fit someone else's story. We can for the first time, be sure in what happened.
But this also makes it hard to ever accept someone being close to us while we're in pain. If you're so used to being hurt while vulnerable, you cannot escape the fear of it. You can't risk there being someone to hurt you worse while you're already hurting. You can't risk someone having their own judgment of it, because they also might blame you. And someone blaming you for your pain, even partially, that would feel absolutely devastating to go through again. It's unsurvivable.
Being gaslit about your own pain doesn't just take away your ability to be openly in pain in front of others. It takes away your ability to receive comfort.
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Dean remembering Hell in Supernatural: Bobby Singer's Guide to Hunting.
(for context they're up against a Greek Goddess that is feeding on their memories--preferring the good ones--so Dean starts remembering all his worst ones to hurt her)
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