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rebbecamcrie · 10 months
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I’m so excited that my new single, “LA NENA” is dropping this Wednesday. Music is therapy for me, I don’t know what I’d do without it. I haven’t put anything of my own out in a few months, so safe to say it’s much-needed right now. I need y’all to let me know what you think when it drops, promise you won’t hurt my feelings if you don’t like it. But all that aside, how have you been, mi amigo? Doing or working on anything exciting at the moment? // @cityofdreamsstarters​
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amurder-ofcrows · 1 month
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i forgot how fucking draining going to therapy is. i was there for an hour, all we did was make a safety plan - something i’ve done SO MANY TIMES BEFORE because ive been suicidal since i was 11 - and now im laying down while physically shaking because im so overwhelmed from the session. and we didn’t even touch my trauma today (which is a big reason im going to therapy again) because we knew we wouldn’t have time to put me back together AND do the safety plan, so guess what we’re doing next week… so glad my sessions are at 5pm because there’s no way i can do this kinda shit and then go back to class
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fox-poke-fanatic · 11 months
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PSA
Just because you had a bad experience with therapy does not mean you should discourage others from seeing a therapist. Therapy can be, and has been. genuinely helpful to many people. It is not an admittance that you are crazy, it is an admittance that you have a problem and need help and there is nothing wrong with that.
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mischiefxmuses · 2 months
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closed starter for @wvsteria (Samara x Sion)
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"Hm what? Oh yeah not just thinking. I can do that some times." He rolled his eyes and moved his jacket on the couch so Samara could sit. He was tired but he was trying, really putting the effort in. He'd show them he didn't need some therapist telling him what to do.
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hiddenpxpercuts · 23 days
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@wvsteria | Starter for Anyone..
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"are you here for an appointment or to sign up for therapy sessions?" dean asked the other curiously. "if you are here for an appointment, i don't have one till 1 so you seem to be a bit early."
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aquietnerd · 3 months
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I was talking to my therapist about how absolutely insane internet culture is.
In a real life conversation, people can't take a snapshot of your words to pull up and scrutinise for a later date. What I'd actually said is that it's scary, that people can hoard images of your words to use - changing them, manipulating them, that errors in social interaction can become reasons enough to ruin entire credibilities - make people believe whatever they want.
And whilst I've discussed safer, offline ways to process my thoughts and feelings to prevent getting overwhelmed, it's still this bizarre malignant culture that I can't understand.
I don't ever want to become like that - although I now realize it's less about expecting others to change, and more about safeguarding myself - 'setting my environment up for success.'
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man-made-misery · 6 months
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got a good grade in therapy 😌
I am however shaking after an hour of talking to a stranger about all my trauma so I think I'm going to lie on the floor and watch some TV for a bit
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nymfaia · 9 months
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Lil baby personal update.
I'm adjusting to my new role at my job pretty okay. It's less calling and letter sending but I'm doing some bigger, spreadsheet-ier tasks, which usually turns my brain into spaghetti after a few hours. I'm naturally more of a creative minded person, but somehow I've been pegged as the data person - which I don't mind and am good at, but it takes more brain power to do that than to just call and send letters to people. As a result I know I've been quiet all around. I am sorry.
Additionally, I am starting more of a trauma focused approach in therapy. We've spent the last few months working on my general self esteem and being comfy with who I am, but my therapist has realized a lot of my issues stem from child abuse. I have low self esteem and struggle with a sense of self because I never had any to begin with. We're going to go through more "excavating" (as they called it) to help put those ghosts to bed for good, and I'm just... both ready and exhausted.
Any mention of my mom or any contact with her causes nightmares for several nights and I'm just dreading the emotional workout it'll be. But it needs to be done.
Tl;dr my work brain is spaghetti and my mental brain is haunted and I've been quiet. I am sorry but nothing is changing. Don't feel like you have to be patient with me. I understand.
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wellthatschaotic · 2 years
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fuck therapy
#therapy tw#'oh...and who are you identifying as today?'#*continues to refer to me as singletsonas name*#'and so it was [singletsona] here at the beginning of the session?'#we've been over this they Aren't Here Anymore#our singletsona is based off a former host who went dormant#dormancy tw#*tries to tell her about exotrauma*#as in. what it even is. i didn't dare go close to specifics of mine#'i just find that hard to believe...'#'and why do you identify yourself as a faery? does it protect you in some way?'#me; fed up with her shit: does identifying as human protect you in some way#her: no im just human#me: exactly#her: but...you're human#me: i feel like we're going in circles. im not#her: prove it#me: prove you're human#her: i have flesh and skin so i'm human#(that is a direct quote i'm not even kidding)#oh also#apparently 'most people with DID have up to four personalities'#'so i find it really hard to believe that you have 30'#*slightly exasperated tone* and you're not even looking for a diagnosis!#me: (we've been over this too) a diagnosis could fuck us up legally and if it's officially on paper#that means anyone with access to that shit immediately knows#and it's stigmatized to that point where that could be legitimately dangerous#also this entire time she referred to us as either 'personas' or 'personalities' no matter how many times i corrected her#and when i voiced frustration at her disbelief and fakeclaiming she was like#'i didnt say i didnt believe you! just that its very hard to believe and i want scientific proof'
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papermccn · 7 months
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closed starter for anya !! @coreofgold
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"excuse me." he called out- never one for being too brave- at least not with strangers. "-have i seen you somewhere before?" he asked the stranger- swearing he saw her somewhere before.. or maybe it was another weird dream he had- it felt like deja vu once in a while.. he couldn't describe it, maybe he should see someone.. but for now, his check would go entirely to his apartment..
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xiiiwayfinders · 2 years
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Started telling my therapist about Back Cover/Union X and she agrees that the plot and what MoM was doing is messed up and wonders where tf all the adults are
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magdaclaire · 1 year
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the way that cognitive behavioral therapy is like
i tell my therapist why something made me the way that i am
she says: well no wonder you are the way that you are. that’s the example you learned from. knowing you are this way gives you a place to learn from.
me realizing i’ve never been validated for this specific way i’m fucked up
my therapist tells me i’ve done very good work today if i’ve cried
see you next week!
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getting dinner with friend after therapy!!
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merrock · 1 year
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CHARACTER INFORMATION
face claim: Hailee Steinfeld
full name: Eliza Maeve Edelmen
nickname(s) / goes by: Eli
pronouns & gender: she/her, cis woman
sexuality: fluid
birth date: July 13, 1996
birth place: Sacramento, California
arrival to merrock: 2020
housing: the coast and pier
occupation: pharmacy technician and in school for her masters in clinical and counseling psychology
work place: the medicine counter
family: Jamie Mariadaga-Evan’s cousin, one younger brother age 12 ( NPC ) living back home with her mother and step-father, biological father she is low contact with.
relationship status: single
PERSONALITY
Young, scrappy and hungry for success, Eliza has always had engrained in her that anything she wants to do, she could do it. While some might think it makes her stubborn to a fault, passion is what truly rules her heart. Her mother forever teasing her that she will never be satisfied since she is always someone with her head in the clouds. For her, she’s always been someone who dreams big, and refused to allow her to believe that limitations even exist. Given that she often has her head in the clouds, some people find her naïve and childish but there’s a fire inside of her that perks up when people underestimate her. Determined to always prove those people who didn’t believe in her wrong, it’s a flaw that has sometimes gotten her in trouble. Eliza is always someone who jumps into all things, whether it be a project, event, or even a simple game night at home with her cousin with both feet. A bit of a nerd, thanks to her cousin Jamie, who practically half raised her as she was growing up. At the end of the day you’ll find someone full of sass that is always willing to welcome in a new friend, who will protect those friendships with everything she has to the very core of her being.
WRITTEN BY: Bri (she/her), est.
BACKGROUND / BIO
triggering / sensitive content: premature born, teenage pregnancy, miscarriage, depression, therapy, harry potter mention
A particularly hot summer in Sacramento, California is when Eliza’s mother went into labor ten weeks too early. Born premature, her mother was told to expect her not to survive, that her lungs were far too under-developed to make it. Still, that day on July 13th, 1996 she came into the world with the tiniest little scream before being whisked off to the NICU. Born to a single mother, her biological father checked out around the time that her mother was five months along with her. Her mother’s family gathered around her and supported her the entire time. Her mother was barely nineteen when all three pounds, seven ounces of a little girl turned her world upside down. It didn’t matter what the doctors said, she had all the faith in the world that come the time, she’d grow and they’d leave that hospital together.
It took five weeks of tubes, doctors standing over her, but on August 17th she left the hospital tucked in a very tiny pink blanket, secured in her mother’s arms. Her mother promising that it was going to be just them taking on the world together. No matter what they’d come up against they’d make it on their own. Which for the first few months of her life her mother tried like hell, but she struggled. Attempting to have a job, raise a newborn that had been born early, and do it all on her own in a small apartment away from family wasn’t easy. It was her father who came to her one day and suggested that she move back home with Eliza and let the family help as much as they could.
Despite protesting at first, something Eliza gets from her mother — her stubbornness, she finally conceded and packed up, moving back to San Francisco where her family resided. Like in any Filipino family, they welcomed the tiny baby in, but no other was as welcoming as her cousin Jamie. From the moment he got to spend time around the small girl, she remembered him being the one that was there most often. He helped raise her, taking care of her while her mother worked, reading to her all the different stories that caused her to fall in love with all those stories.
At around five years old, Eliza’s biological father attempted to be part of her life. Her father wanted her to be able to celebrate in the riches that were her heritage from his side of the family. This was the first time she learned she was Jewish and from that moment she started celebrating all the traditional Jewish holidays along side her mother’s holidays. For her, she couldn’t give one up just because her father came into the picture. Over the next decade he was more of a father that was in and out of her life, unable to be there for her when she needed. As she grew into being a teenager, she started to make her own decisions when it came to her father. Rarely attempting to see him, even at his request, he only wanted her when it benefited him. Eliza finally coming to explosion telling her father that she wasn’t just some toy that he could pick up and play with and put on a shelf when he was done with her.
Unlike her father, Jamie was the one who was always looking out for her. He was practically the big brother that she never had, the one who introduced her to Harry Potter and gave her her first wand, and made her a bit of a nerd with all things musicals and video games. When she turned sixteen he was the one who taught her how to drive, despite her mother not wanting her to grow up too fast and get her license.
At sixteen years old, Eliza fell in love for the first time, and she followed in her mother’s steps and ended up pregnant after only her first time having sex. It was devastating, she wasn’t expecting it, and tried to hide it from her mother but after only six weeks, she found herself in extreme pain, rushed to the hospital where she would eventually lose the pregnancy. Miscarriage was a word she didn’t expect to know and learn at sixteen, let alone so painfully. Jamie being fresh out of nursing school tried to help her through it, explain what was happening, but she pushed him away.
She finished high school quietly and it took a long time, and several years of therapy, to finally put what happened to her at sixteen behind her and move on. During this time she followed in her cousin’s footsteps and took a course in pharmacy, obtaining her CPhT and starting to work at a local big named pharmacy. It was rewarding but it still didn’t feel like enough, this wasn’t where she wanted her life to end. Just working as a pharmacy technician, paycheck to paycheck, attempting to make ends meet in California.
After a few visits to her therapist, it was then she was introduced to the idea of going to college, and she started her journey in psychology. At first it had been a course to fulfill requirements but she had fallen in love with it, the idea of helping people just like her therapist had helped her. Graduating with her bachelors she reached out to her cousin Jamie after applying to a school in Maine for her Master degree. After being rejected she felt hopeless but decided to pack her bags and move out to the East coast. After spending several months living with her cousin, she finally rented a bungalow on the coast, and applied to a closer college just on the outskirts of Merrock and in 2021 was accepted to the masters program for counseling and clinical psychology.
Balancing a job at the local pharmacy and her program has left little time for Eliza to even get to know the town of Merrock that well but she’s made a goal as she is about to wrap up her second year on her degree to spend more time learning about Merrock and the people in it, then just have her head stuck in a book.
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entiish · 1 year
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more irl stress rant under cut adgjhs fmllll
i just realised that, after like THREE YEARS of trying to get structured therapy - i’m 2 sessions in to emdr - come next year, bc my boss has to sell her business, i will no longer b employed and thus no longer b able to afford therapy 💀 😵‍💫😵‍💫
god im goin to bed, i have work tomorrow anyway and its gonna be somBER
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schizoaffectively · 1 year
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I have an occupational therapy evaluation for hand therapy on the 18th this month. I’m hoping to get properly fitted for some finger splints since even my fingers are hypermobile lol!
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