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#tw: depression mention
allelitewrestlings · 2 years
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@AEW. “You may think people don’t [care], but one person always does." Eddie Kingston shares his story. September is Suicide Prevention Month. (...) We encourage anyone struggling to reach out & get help: @afspnational
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@complicatedhearts
If Ginny wanted to see Marcus, she usually just had to climb up the rear wall of his home and knock on his bedroom window. Since moving into their neighborhood last fall, Ginny has done that often. However, when the two first began dating, that became more challenging because Georgia watched them 24/7. It annoyed Ginny but not so much Marcus. He didn't care — he still kept his window unlocked for her. Georgia or even his mom didn't have much say in that matter (even though they pretended to). Marcus would do what he wanted. He liked to be near her. Ginny understood him like no one else did (not even his twin sister Max); they were both fucked up. 
With Marcus lying in his bed, his dark chestnut eyes stared at the blank ashen ceiling. A small sigh slipped from the rims of his mouth before he drifted off to sleep in mid-day. Lately, his depression had taken over, and Marcus didn't want to be around anyone, espically Ginny. So as hard as it was to let her go (even though he loved the hell out of her), he had to. It wasn't fair to be with someone if he couldn't really be present for her. However, a day didn't pass when he didn't think about Ginny. Suddenly a tiny knock reached his window. A grunt left his mouth as his hand ran across his face through his hair. "It's open" The words fell from his lips in a groggy tone.
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papermint-airplane · 11 months
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Tag 9 People You Want to Know Better
I was tagged by @oasislandingresident! Thank you!!
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Last Song: Knock by Lee Chaeyeon. It's the catchiest song imaginable and it will never ever ever ever leave my head. 😅 Knock na-na-na-na-knock knock knock na-na-na-knock knock knocking on yo-our heart 🤜🚪💖
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Last Show: This is hard because I don't really watch shows much anymore. I mostly stick to YouTube and audiobooks...you know stuff I can throw on in the background because I have a million things to do and no attention span. However, the second part of the last season of Manifest just came out on Netflix and I'm fixing to lose my mind watching it, so let's say that one. Future show, last show, it's all relative, time is an illusion.
Currently watching: See previous lmao.
Currently reading: Pretty much a similar answer. I don't have much of an attention span or time to sit down and read a physical book with my eyeballs anymore but I listen to audiobooks a lot. Right now, I'm finishing up Bare-faced Messiah by Russell Miller, which is a biography of L. Ron Hubbard, the creator of Scientology. It...explains a lot, let's just say that. 😬
Current Obsession: Probably a weird answer but my kitchen. 😮 Those of you who have read my insane ramblings lately (omg thank you but also I'm sorry lol) know that I recently embarked upon a depression cleaning quest in my house and while I'm not completely finished, my living room and my kitchen are ✨flawless✨ rn and I want to cry big sloppy joy tears every time I go out there. My kitchen in particular is my new happy place. It's been so long since I've seen clean counterspace. I can cook real food again! I've never enjoyed cooking in the past but I'm living for it right now. It's so nice to be able to move around and have everything be sanitary and organized again. THIS WAS PROBABLY MORE THAN ANYONE WANTED TO KNOW, SORRY lmao
Tag time! Everyone has probably already done this but let's see here. @softle0, @cozygirlsimmer, @hurricanesims, @cowplanty, @treason-and-plot, @simstryingtheirbestok, @frostedshore, @immdreamz, @ktarsims, @sharssims, @hazely-sims
I think that was more than 9 but I refuse to count because I'm a lil rebel. 😎 Love y'all!
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enjomo-arch · 1 year
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The  art  I  reblogged  inspired  me  a  lil  for  a  small  meta.  tw:  for  self  -  injury  mention  further  ahead.
Ace  does  have  scars,  many  of  them  actually.  Some  are  after  battles,  some  are  simply  artificial  scars  he  got  during  hunting  animals  in  his  youth  and  some  of  them  are  a  result  of  him  feeling  hopeless.  He  has  self  injury  scars  along  his  thighs.  Self-injury  was  a  harmful  way  for  Ace  to  cope  with  emotional  pain,  sadness,  anger  and  stress.  He  started  as  a  10  year  old  and  sometimes,  still  happen  to  cut  himself  during  adulthood  as  well.  While  self-injury  may  bring  a  brief  sense  of  calm  and  a  release  of  physical  and  emotional  tension  for  Ace,  it's  usually  followed  by  guilt  and  shame  and  the  return  of  painful  memories,  self  -  sabotaging  reflection.  
Ace  has  depression,  as  hard  as  it  is  to  believe  when  people  throw  a  small  glance  at  him  and  his  ever  so  optimistic  -  looking  smile  he  still  feels  angry.  He  spends  nights  alone,  reflecting  and  getting  more  and  more  furious  at  himself,  blaming  himself  and  his  anger  finds  a  way  to  cope.  Sometimes  it's  burning  something,  sometimes  it's  breaking  things  around,  smoking  and  the  last  way  is  self  -  injury.  While  he  promised  to  himself  to  not  do  it  often,  only  as  a  last  option  to  give  a  release  to  painful  emotions,  he's  not  proud  of  this  and  if  anyone  ever  saw  these  in  any  circumstances  he'd  feel  absolutely  ashamed  of  himself.  He's  already  mad  whenever  he  has  to  pull  his  pants  down  to  see  them,  reminding  of  a  hopeless  child,  then  teenager  and  now  an  adult  who  can't  stop  the  pain  of  grief.  Altrough the scars aren't big or wide, little lines that are noticeable it feels wrong to show anyone how weak he can feel.
whenever the feelings of worthlessness, loneliness, panic, anger, guilt, rejection and self-hatred spiral into a mix of complex emotional outburts does it to manage or reduce severe distress or anxiety and provide a sense of relief or Feel a sense of control over the body, feelings or life situations ( such as ace getting indirectly , verbally or sometimes physically bullied by adults , like them reducing his feeling of self - worth or in some cases putting out a cigarette on him, living in constant distress regarding his identity and family heritage, feeling of being lost and lacking proper information about biological parents which made ace feel different than others because he couldn't find a way of knowing who he really is. )
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khcnartist · 1 year
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When all you did was sleep all day and you’re still tired. #Depression 🙃
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risingsouls · 1 year
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[when that random tsunami of depression hits ya]
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book-of-baba-fett · 1 year
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Is the next chapter of IA coming soon??
hi anon. not trying to be rude here, but there are so many other ways you could have written that question to not come off as demanding.
I would love to be able to give you a date, but it's not where I want it to be yet. I have about 1 and a half scenes left to write, and honestly I want to have the following chapter written more before I post it so I don't have as much of a gap in between. depression is a bitch, and it takes the joy away from hobbies I truly love so i'm sorry i'm not writing fast enough.
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cognosentient · 1 year
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Perceptor has come out of his self-imposed isolation. He had, of course, spent the holiday by himself and somewhat holed up in his lab for a good while. Afterwards, he’d fueled and quite simply blitzed himself into a stupor in front of his heating unit in his quarters.
The hangover the next morning had not quite been worth it, but he had methodically taken care of that too. For now, he’s shaken off the holiday doldrums and is currently back in his lab, working on a personal project. He’s set an alarm to remind him to fuel up halfway through the shift. 
Emotions, he decides, are useless things that get in the way of scientific progress. Perhaps, despite the horrific Empurata—
— Shockwave had it right. 
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dreambones · 2 years
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The Sulkerman
Viewer discretion advised: The following text has mentions of depression, intrusive thoughts, fictional death, and a monster that feeds on people. 
I have a lot of information about Sulker, and I could go on and on about him, so I’ll likely make it into maybe two more digestible parts. 
Unfortunately, I used to have this very bad habit of trusting my memory too much and not writing down all of my ideas, so some information is lost. But I’m cool with that, I want to make a couple changes in the future, cause there’s stuff I know I can do much better now that I’m older and that I don’t care if I’m cringe and get called out for making my character overpowered and stuff afsgdg. 
Sulker origin was me wanting to try to make my own version of a “slender being”. For those not familiar with the Slenderverse fandom, a character of the same species as Slenderman (for example, Splendor or Trenderman, except not family related). My other goal when creating Sulker, was to have “someone to blame” for the negative and self destructive thoughts I had at the time, when I was at probably one of my lowest points in depression. 
Thus Sulker was born...
Whom is The Sulkerman
This is the first thing I wrote about Sulker, which I think still works pretty well to this day to introduce him (I just took the liberty to fix all the writing errors I could find).
“Have you ever heard that voice when you are most vulnerable?
It sounds just like your own but not quite…
That one when you feel like hating everybody, it’s their fault, why can no one understand you?
When everyone is having fun but you, sitting on a corner, alone. 
They are all so selfish.
Or maybe, maybe you are under the bed covers, crying to yourself, knowing no one is looking for you, no one cares about you. 
Dumb, stupid people.
You are better than all of them.
You are too good for any of them. 
…Or is it the opposite? 
Oh, that makes more sense… that is why you are alone. 
How about going out for a stroll? The garden looks pleasant tonight. You could also open the window, let the fresh air in.
Let me in.
I will accompany you.
Only I know how you feel.
I can make it better.
Come.
I’ll make it fade in a second.
I promise. It. Won’t. Hurt. A. Bit…~”
Short history about Sulker and his presumed origins (taken from his old bio)
He is a very old Slender creature, but probably not as old as the better known Slenderman. The first known written document that mentions the Sulkerman dates back to 1346, along the beginnings of the Black Plague or Black Death. 
Roughly, it is spoken about a doctor that would appear during nighttime, at the sick ones doorstep, and would offer them a cure in exchange for their service.
The document describes him as an abnormally tall and thin figure, covered with a heavy, black leather tunic that hid his body from head to toe, a cape of the same material wrapped around his upper half down to the elbows and finally a wide brimmed hat that hid his features. 
The cure is described as a charcoal black, sticky and dense substance, offered in a small glass vial. The ones that accepted his terms, recovered miraculously within hours of drinking the remedy, but most of them disappeared shortly or started acting suspicious before vanishing as well with no explanation.
With the centuries, Sulker discovered a sadistic pleasure in having his victims walk right to him to surrender instead of chasing them down. He learned to enter and poison fragile minds, intensifying all the negativity inside them, until the weakest ones follow the path straight to their doom, finding this self destruction more satisfying to witnes. Feeding this way, he became more powerful and sneaky, until becoming what he is today, a strong but shadowed creature that enjoys mind tricks and studying how much a mind can take before giving itself to the negativity inside everyone.
Brief personality and place in the slenderverse universe
Sulker has a short temper and is more than often in a bad mood, he is highly irritable, gets frustrated with ease and has a pretty much non existent fuse (this have earn him the nickname of “Moody” by some of his proxies, but it’s used behind his back and it’s very stupid to call him that to his face). 
Sarcastic, witty, with a dark sense of humor and enjoyment in the failures of others. 
He is constantly looking to feed himself, hunger puts him on edge, making it harder to deal with him. 
It’s very easy to get on his bad side, however it’s possible, extremely hard but possible, to get on his good side. 
He is not sociable at all, his meetings with other slenders purely for “professional” and territory reasons, other than that, he is not one to seek the company of others. Despite his temper, he has managed to keep a “polite” relationship with Slenderman, not because he likes him, but he acknowledges his power and influence, plus the absurd amount of proxies and allies he has. 
However, if the opportunity to overthrow the slender presents itself, he wouldn’t hesitate to get rid of him. 
Powers
The Intrusive thoughts. 
Sulker has the power to tune into a person's negative thoughts and emotions, and amplify these to unbearable levels. He however can not create negative thoughts, he can only get into their frequency, like a radio signal. 
If the person being targeted listens and believes these destructive inner thoughts, Sulker influence over them will grow alongside the intensity of the inner voices.
What the voices say depends on each person, everyone has different destructive thoughts and therefore can only hear their own. If for example, a group of people roams into Sulker’s territory, each of them will hear their own set of intrusive thoughts with different intensities and won’t be able to hear the other people's thoughts. 
Just as Slenderman has his dreaded static, upon approaching Sulkerman, voices or whispers can be heard, the intensity fluctuating with Sulker's mood. When things are bad, really bad, the whispers can turn into a choir of screams. 
If targeted by Sulker, one of the ways to save yourself is to ignore the negative thoughts and keep going and not hold to them. Distract your mind with a pleasant activity (read a book, play games, talk to friends, eat a good meal, etc). However, if Sulker is set on hunting a certain individual for some reason, this will effectively lower the voice's volume, but won’t stop Sulker from attacking.
“The black venom”
This is a natural ability he has, just as other slenders seem to have their own special powers. 
Sulker is able to produce a black, sticky substance that most of the time covers his tentacles, but also drips from his mouth and eyes when open. This is often referred to as black goo, or black venom by his proxies and a couple others (now years later I realize it would probably be more correct to say poison instead of venom…). 
The goo is produced by the consumption of humans plagued by negativity and destructive thoughts, and it grows in power the more Sulker eats. Hence, he is constantly looking to feed himself, the stronger the negativity, the more powerful he gets. In order to keep using the black substance he is constantly hungry and forced to satisfy it.
The black goo has several properties to it. In small doses it can cure any known disease, slow down the aging process, immunity to sickness, enhanced physical resistance and with time, practice, and higher doses, abilities that resemble the intrusive thoughts Sulker has. 
The catch is that the consumption of the black goo makes the body highly dependable of it (do not confuse it with addiction, that’s not a symptom, the body if the consumer will start needing it just as it needs to drink water to survive). 
I don’t think I ever explained much of what this black goo is or does aside being used as a weapon, it is very sticky to everyone but Sulker and allows him to glue his preys to almost any surface. It is also what he uses to keep control over his proxies by feeding it to them (I’ll go into detail in another chapter).
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It’s unclear what Sulker's ultimate goal is. He doesn’t seem interested in growing an army of proxies like Slenderman seems to, nor does he fight regularly to extend his territory.  He loves to be powerful, and he loves to satisfy his hunger, but his end goal remains a mystery. 
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milesducemdominus · 2 years
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I’m trying my best to get to replies and starters and things, mainly to distract myself.
I’m still upset and low feeling over something that happened yesterday, and then this afternoon my mom kept asking me if I was excited for my birthday on Monday - to which I replied that I wasn’t
and she asked why
So I told her - I don’t see what there is to celebrate about my life; I’ve never achieved anything, the only thing I give back to the universe around me is the air I exhale and I’m absolutely worthless in the grand scheme of things. My life revolves around caring for my mom and nan, and being constantly abused and talked to like a piece of shit - - - what is there to celebrate? 
I’m absolutely not worth the thought, or the fuss, or any of it. It’s just another day for me, and it has been for a long time now. I’ll still be doing the washing, and the ironing, and the cleaning, and everything else - regardless of whether or not I’ve yeeted around the sun again. 
So now moms upset and gone to bed and the atmosphere is so thick you could fucking bounce off it. 
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@entangledmuses
While Marcus lies in the sand at the beach, his dark chestnut eyes stare at the blue sky, followed by a heavy breath of air skating from both rims of his mouth. As he remained motionless, his harrowing thoughts ran through his mind aimlessly. Lately, Marcus's depression had been consuming him, and because of that, he didn't really want to be around anyone (not even Ginny or Max), leading him to come here.
With the blistering sun hitting both sides of Marcus's cheeks, tiny droplets of sweat fell down his forehead. He scrunched his eyes and asked himself why he was even here. Marcus didn't usually like the beach — it wasn't his thing. But lately, everyone repeatedly asked him about his mental health, so it's better just to get away. He knew they were trying to help, but it didn't. In some ways, it only made him feel fuckin worse. Suddenly he saw someone approach him.
"What?"
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cryptidwithwings · 14 days
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depression is over im in my mindfulness era again
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enjomo-arch · 1 year
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(  flame  command  :  hembralfa  )   //    [  ♠ @hembralfa   ]
what does ace hate about himself ? what does he love about himself ?
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ace  practically  hates  in  himself  ...  everything.  although  he  doesn't  seem  like  the  kind  of  person  who  would  be  concerned  about  himself,  ace  has  been  going  through  his  life  quite  hard  since  his  very  birth.  growing  up  in  the  village,  he  didn't  quite  know  who  he  really  was.  the  only  thing  that  was  familiar  to  him  was  who  his  father  was,  which  ace  himself  was  not  proud  of.  he  tried  to  find  out  more  by  asking  adults  in  the  main  town  on  the  island,  but  the  only  answers  he  got  were  like  poison  poured  into  his  mouth.  every  time  the  name  roger  came  out  of  his  mouth,  ace  was  repeatedly  confronted  with  the  opinion  that  he  was  the  ultimate  criminal.  and  his  child  should  not  be  allowed  to  live,  his  child  is  a  devil  exactly  like  his  father  and  should  be  killed  on  the  spot.  ace  had  heard  so  many  times  that  there  was  bad  blood  running  through  his  veins  that  he  began  to  hate  himself.  
he  didn't  know  quite  who  he  was  angry  at,  whether  at  his  father  that  because  of  this  he  now  had  to  suffer  or  at  himself  for  what  he  was  born  to  be.  ace  was  convinced  that  the  fact  that  he  was  alive  was  simply  a  sin.  therefore,  he  wants  to  find  an  answer  to  the  question  of  whether  the  fact  that  he  is  alive  is  good  at  all.  not  to  mention  that  he  heard  the  opinion  that  his  mother  had  to  pay  with  her  life  so  that  he  could  be  born.  she  bought  his  existence  with  her  own.  ace  has  a  very  severe  case  of  depressive  episodes  in  which  he  cannot  cope  with  his  own  weakness,  hatred,  anger.  imposter  syndrome  is  added  to  this.  all  in  all  ace  hates  his  weakness  about  his  whole  bloodline.
and  what  does  he  like  most  about  himself ?  maybe  the  fact  that  he  is  a  very  dedicated  person  indeed.  he  is  incredibly  loyal  and  would  give  his  life  for  his  crew,  for  his  father  who  adopted  him,  for  his  brothers.  his  bravery  reaches  truly  stellar  levels,  never  in  his  life  has  ace  ever  escaped  from  a  battle,  no  matter  how  many  days  he  has  to  shed  blood,  sweat  and  tears.  if  he  is  able  to  defend  those  closest  to  his  heart  then  it  is  worth  every  drop  shed  to  be  able  to  turn  the  scales  of  fate  in  his  favour.  he  loves  that  he  can  be  strong  for  others,  he  wants  to  be.  
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martinaalexandra · 1 year
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𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 the sleepover night at Laurie's chambers, Martina was prohibited to step on the French's quarters, or even to talk to her fellow's French pals (Laurie and Eliza), and her prized possession was taken away from her (her ring that was her stress reliever). It had been days since she hasn't left the bed or eaten properly (some days she just didn't eat). Martin (Aldo), her personal bodyguard, is tired of seeing her like this and picked her up, and brought her to the gardens to be in the fresh air. ❛ Your royal highness! I know you are mad, but you need fresh air. Besides, I'm being paid for your well-being too. ❜ Aldo, her guard states, she was still in her pajamas. ❛ I want to see my friends! ❜ She grumbles. ❛ I want to see my wife but I'm stuck with you, and my Majesties. Make new friends! That dolphin, shark, whale or whatever is that sea animal man , is NOT your friend. We both know it. Even the tree and plants knows it. ❜ He replied, as he tries to fix her hair, which was so messy, he gave up and made some noise to call Salma's attention and hides behind the tree, to seems as if Martina was the one calling her attention.
@reinaxc​ 
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ghostzussy · 1 year
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woo hoo I can tell I’m getting better because it’s getting warmer outside and I want to draw and play games again and write (sometimes) but most of all when I took a shower earlier I could look in the mirror again :,) which may sound stupid to some people but my whole life I hated my body and now I don’t usually but I can always tell when I’m getting depressed again because then I just. feel bad you know? But today I looked in the mirror and I’m like. that’s me!!! that’s my body!!! those are my rolls and my beefy arms and my squishy face and that’s not a bad thing!!! yay :) 
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lostmf · 5 months
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I’m not sure I deserve it ..
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