#tw: rehab

[riverxjackson]

River had been at the rehab a few weeks now, he wasn't liking it still but he was settling in for sure. That he had been off everything for a few weeks now he was still feeling bit off from that. But they informed him they did have programs for people to help with schooling. That he had the books and paperwork to get his GED but it wasn't easy at all. There was so many subjects and things he had not studied before. River was having a hard time with it for sure as he was trying to read about some sort of math on the computer. "This is stupid," he said to himself since he wasn't getting it. He wasn't getting math at all it was a hard subject for him always and this wasn't helping. The last schooling he had the math he learned was just the basics so the fact there were letters and more he wasn't getting it.

@nathanielxclairmont

#tw: rehab

[euphorial-docx]

11k words into aoe chapter 3 and regulus just now left rehab🎉🎉 let’s celebrate while we can

#fic: all over everywhere #tw: rehab #idk if that’s a tw but i’ll tag it anyways just in case

[aindreisblythe]

{Aindreis Self-Para}

"My god, my god, whose performance am I watching? How many people am I? Who am I? What is this space between myself and myself?" -F. Pessoa.

For many years, ever since he'd left his very first rehab, Aindreis had felt like he'd failed. He'd failed at everything. He didn't have a degree and the idea of trying to go back to school terrifies him to this day. He wasn't able to stay sober, and he honestly didn't see a point to it. And keeping a job was impossible. When he'd gone to the very first interview at Gemini, he was hired because he was essentially a "swiss army knife" in human form. He'd done so many jobs, in so many countries, in so many cities, that the only skill he hadn't acquired was staying. Sure, he got fired a few times. Because of one mistake too many. Because he was late. Because he showed up drunk. Because he'd ended up losing it on someone. But he'd also quit his fair amount of jobs. He didn't know if it was his ADHD, mostly untreated for a number of those years, or if it was his alcoholism, or his imposter syndrome or simply that he couldn't stand being there anymore; the thing was he often quit out of nowhere. Some times, that even came with leaving the country. Running at become a past time. When he came back to North Berwick and he'd taken a job at a fast food, while working for his parents as a fisherman part time, he'd never thought this would last. It didn't. 6 months in and he'd already quit the fast food job.

But then came Gemini. They believed in him and his capacities more than any job before and for once, he loved it. He was good at this job and he had no intention of quitting. Which led to East Haven. Never would Andy have thought that any company would give him the responsibility of managing a branch, especially not overseas. Between the need to prove himself and the excitement of novelty, Aindreis took a deep dive thinking he knew how to swim. Turns out drowning happens faster than he could have imagined, and screaming to yourself to learn to swim leaves you with nothing but water in your lungs.

Drowning was indeed the best way Aindreis could've described what was happening to him. Something had been wrong for a while and he refused to see it. It all culminated to that day when he just bailed on work. Going back after that had been too difficult. He'd tried but he'd lost the shield of pretending everything was fine. Maybe stopping therapy hadn't been the best idea. Last of time he said and look where that got him. He should go back is what the psychiatrist said when he went... "Close to burning out" was the other takeaway from that appointment. Aindreis wished he could've been surprised.

So there had been a video call after that, explaining the situation Sam, the CEO of Gemini, and while doing this added an enormous amount of stress of Aindreis' already high levels, he knew this had to happen. The conclusion had been that he would have to take time off. Sam didn't let him have too much choice in the decision. He would eventually come back of course, but they'd still make some changes in the meantime so it would not happen again. Aindreis knew this probably meant hiring someone to fill-in for him that would stay on after he came back. He did try to protest but Sam ended the call by telling him he would be fired if he tried to come back earlier than recommended. Even just to check in. Message was clear.

“So, you fled?”

“That sounded judgy, Jeremy.”

“Did it feel like fleeing?”

“It was fleeing in its simplest form, don’t you think, Doc?”

Aindreis had conversations about fleeing with about every therapist he's had, even the one he never told the whole truth. In retrospect, that also had been a form of fleeing. While that specific conversation wasn't about our present situation, it came to his mind anyway. He felt like he was giving up.Ali had told him he shouldn't try to play the hero, to try to fix everything because he couldn't, but he had tried anyway. How was he supposed to tell Ali about all of this? He'd been right. Not only were the past few months not good for their relationship, but Aindreis hadn't followed Ali's advice. He'd seen that it had started to lead to coming home to an empty flat and an Ali drunkenly getting into bed late. What would Ali say now that they had the confirmation that it almost went too far?

He wanted to go home and cry. He wanted Ali to hug him so he feel the relief of not having to hold on, of pretending, pretending, pretending. He's been drowning for so long, so deeply that he felt wary of taking a breath. Was he really out? For someone who loved the water so deeply, it wasn't a habit of his to be scared of it. He'd been forcing himself to swim deeper and deeper, leaving Ali behind and now that he'd stopped swimming, he wasn't sure how to ask him for help.

So he got home after a long walk to gather his thoughts. He was going to tell him. He had to, right? Ali would be happy to have him back at home, right? Well, the issue was that when Ali got home, he'd sure been happy to see Aindreis, but he was also really excited about something at work and Andy simply didn't have the heart to cut him off with his news. He'd tell him eventually. For now, he was home and it's all that mattered.

#self para #aindreis blythe #tw: rehab #tw: alcoholism #tw: burn out #tw: mental health #tw: drowning metaphors

[dicmondskies]

☆ & * .   ♡   I N T R O D U C T I O N  …

[          ◟  KAY. ◝           ]     ⸻     have  you  ever  heard  heart  by lil tracy,  well  it  is  RAFAEL ALVI  to  a  tee  .  the  twenty nine  year  old group home coordinator has  been  spotted  wandering  down  portobello  road  markets  just  last  sunday  ,  do  you  know  them  ?  would  you  say  he  are  more  hot headed or more spontaneous ? anyway  ,  they  remind  me  of  underground street fights , black ripped jeans , motorcycles and motorcycle jackets, maybe  you’ll  catch  them  around  yeah ?     ⸻     [          ◟  ZAYN MALIK. ◝           ]  

tw: murder, suicide, death, rehab, drugs 

rafael alvi grew up in a religiously strict household. his parents were very much concerned with bringing him and his brothers up in alignment with the Islamic traditions that they grew up under. rafael never really questioned his faith or had much of a problem with the way things were in his life for all of his childhood. the things his parents were strict on were more inconvenient for his eldest brother who was in high school at the time he was just starting sixth grade. his older brother wanted to do normal explorative and rebellious teenage things like smoking weed, owning a cell phone, attending high school parties, and staying out late with friends. rafi wasn’t at the age where these things were actively a huge part of his peer group, so, he didn’t really understand all the way what the big deal was with his brother, but he definitely started to see a shift in his behavior, his entire attitude towards their parents changed, especially when they tried to ban him from being with a girl, at the time, his brother thought he was deeply in love with. 

rafi remembers how upset his brother was over this girl, but he never could have imagined what was going to happen next. it was the last straw for rafael’s older brother, and what started as a plan to murder both of his parents ended in rafael’s older brother being the only one to lose his life. no one knew of the horrific plans rafael’s brother was plotting that day, but when it came down to executing it, he failed, and killed himself from the guilt as he stood in front of his parents, moments before, attempting to take their lives but not being able to go through with it. rafi’s life completely changed from that trauma and as he grew older, the grief and guilt turned to anger and resentment. he watched his parents struggle with their own grief, their own son had tried to murder them but he was still their son, and he was gone, and the grief was confusing but it was normal, at least that’s what rafi spent years trying to convince his parents of, but they chose to stay and drown in their own pool of shame and guilt. 

rafi practically lost his parents that day as well as his brother, he had to emotionally rely on himself, he grieved alone and he dealt with his own internal turmoil on his own, his parents too busy in their own sorrow to realize they still had a son left that was alive and needed them to be there for him. he became avoidant, he didn’t do much, stayed to himself, and eventually spiraled into an obsession with psychedelics to the point he almost had a psychotic break. his parents sent him to rehab and it was there that he chose not to give up on himself. rafael decided to dedicate himself to taking care of himself so that he can help others. he got his shit together and started working at group homes for troubled teens to try and be a positive role model for kids who needed parents or an older brother like he did. 

upon working at these homes, he realized that most of them were run pretty shitty, and that’s when he started working on the goal to open up his own, so he could truly help people on the most impactful scale he possibly could. his dream finally came true three years ago when he opened ‘ the safe house “ group home for boys and girls in notting hill and now he’s working on opening more in other locations and expanding the ages of services to include more people. 

#nothillhqintro #rafaelalvi #tw: murder #tw: suicide #tw: death #tw: rehab #tw: drugs

[starkidmunson]

glitter & crimson

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Time passes in ways Eddie doesn’t fully understand, in the aftermath of Steve’s injury.

A few days are spent lounging around the hotel room with Steve drifting in and out of sleep, for the most part. Then they graduate to small day trips. Squeeze in some touristy shit; museums and landmarks not too far from the hotel, in case Steve gets a migraine or starts feeling nauseous. 

Day 6 features a follow-up at the hospital, where Steve is told the bandage is no longer necessary to cover the worst of the injury, surgery won’t be necessary, and he’s clear to fly home or wherever else he wants to go. Which means Eddie is also free to leave LA, but he’s already stuck it out this long, so he decides to continue to follow Steve’s lead and spend another day.

He gets a call from Steve before he leaves his hotel room on Day 7, informing him that Max is leading a trip to the beach before they leave California again. Steve insists it’s the least he can do since Lucas flew out to spend the last few days with her, so she could stick around until Steve was clear to travel again.

And that’s how Eddie finds himself wearing lavender board shorts from the surf shop that looked the least like a tourist trap, dousing himself with an entire bottle of the highest SPF he can find before stepping out of the store. His black ripped jeans and the Judas Priest shirt he’d worn, not anticipating a trip to the beach, are folded into the bottom of a large tote Robin is carrying with ease, as she picks out towels for everyone to lounge on. She catches sight of him and raises an eyebrow, but he holds his hand up to stop any commentary.

“Black is just going to make me burn even more than I’m already going to burn, and the blue pair I liked were the wrong size, so lavender it is.” He defends, but she just shrugs at him, keeps smiling and walks over to pay for the towels and her bathing suit.

Behind Eddie, Lucas clears his throat. He spins to find Steve, blushing and glaring at Lucas, who’s grinning. 

“What? Don’t tell me I need to defend the trunks to you guys, too. I thought you’d be on my side.” He whines.

“Oh, I don’t think Steve has any issue with your shorts. Or lack of a top.” Lucas teases, then laughs as Steve swings a soft punch into his shoulder.

“I just…” Steve trails off, turning his attention back to Eddie and Eddie can see the heat rise from Steve’s cheeks up to the tips of his ears, coloring him a soft shade of pink. “I didn’t realize how many tattoos you actually have, I guess.” He eventually settles on, before immediately occupying himself with finding sunscreen.

Eddie lets it slide, and they all pay for what they need, before crossing the street and trekking toward the water. Max is the first to toss her shorts and sandals into a pile, running toward the ocean and diving into the first wave she encounters. Lucas is just a step behind her, and he’s quick to catch her waist and throw the two of them back into the water just as she’s resurfacing.

Robin shoves a rented umbrella into the sand and Eddie helps expand it, as Steve lays out his towel so his face is covered by the umbrella’s shade, but his torso down is exposed to the sun. Eddie, on the other hand, huddles up so most of his body is concealed by the umbrella.

“Oh shit, dude, I didn’t even think to ask. Are you worried about getting seen out here or something?” Steve asks, and Eddie frowns. It takes a moment before he realizes it probably seems like he’s hiding from any potential paparazzi.

“I get bothered so little by media that I hadn’t even thought about that if I’m being honest.” Eddie shakes his head but smiles at how thoughtful Steve is. “I’m just a little too pasty to trust the sun on a cloudy day, so direct exposure like this always makes me nervous. But I like laying in the sand and I’m happy you wanted me to tag along. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” he assures Steve, who smiles at him until Robin mocks a gagging noise and makes them both blush and look away from one another.

The salt air and crescendo of waves and bellowing laughter kick up a surprising amount of inspiration for Eddie, and he fishes his phone out of Robin’s bag, typing away while she and Steve sunbathe. 

He’s so caught up in the piece he’s working out that he doesn’t realize anyone has spoken to him until Steve’s pressing a hand to his knee, looking a little concerned. 

“What? Sorry, I got an idea and I had to get it out before I forgot about it.” He mumbles, typing out his final thoughts before giving Steve his full attention.

“We’re going to return the umbrella and grab food before heading back to the hotel to pack up, if you’re hungry?” Steve asks, smiling at Eddie. He looks back at his phone to realize their hour with the rented umbrella is nearly up, so he nods and helps clean up the space they’d taken over, before they find a beachfront restaurant that doesn’t mind that none of the guys are wearing shirts, or that Max’s hair is still dripping wet, leaving a trail behind her as they move to their seats.

Once they’ve eaten, they go back to the hotel. Eddie asks if he can shower to get the sand out of his hair before he changes back into the clothes he’d had on pre-trip to the beach. When he re-enters the room, almost everything is packed up and Robin is on the balcony, talking on the phone.

“Nancy called,” Steve explains from the sofa, as Eddie flops beside him, towel-drying his hair gently. He hadn’t bothered to put his shirt on yet, not wanting his hair to make it all wet while it air dries. “Did they hurt?”

“Hm?” Eddie’s confused instantly, looking at Steve before realizing he’s eyeing the tattoos across his chest. “Some of ‘em more than others, yeah. But it’s a good kind of hurt.”  Eddie explains, and Steve frowns, but that’s okay because Eddie knows not everyone gets what he means whenever he explains the tattooing experience like that. “It’s… kinda like if you have itchy sunburn and you accidentally scratch it? It feels good to have scratched it, but it also hurts.” When Steve still looks confused, it’s Eddie’s turn to frown. He looks over Steve’s exposed arms and takes in the soft golden color they’ve turned and his eyes narrow. “Do not tell me you’re one of those genetic anomalies that doesn’t sunburn and always has a perfect tan, Stevie.”

Now Steve is grinning, throwing a shrug in Eddie’s direction. “Blame it on the 8 years of swim club during the summer off-season.” Steve laughs as an explanation, and Eddie instantly wants to know more about everything Steve has ever done in his life, but doesn’t know where to draw the line at how much is too much to ask to know, so he ultimately doesn’t ask for any further information. Which is fine, because Steve is leaning closer and taking hold of his left forearm, twisting it and tracing a finger along a snake that wraps around his skin. “Do they have meanings?”

“Some of them, yeah. Some of them I just got because I liked how they look.” Eddie admits, watching Steve’s fingers trace along the delicate lines of the snake. “That one’s got its mouth open like it’s hissing and about to bite.” Eddie considers what comes next, and decides to just lay it all out on the table. Steve had been open and honest with him, Eddie could return the favor. “Snakes are supposed to be a symbol of inner strength and perseverance, and they look sick. I got it after my first stint in rehab.”

Steve doesn’t falter, doesn’t even blink, and if Eddie didn’t know better, he would think Steve had already known about his trips to rehab before he’d said anything. Instead, he moves on to trace a blackout band around Eddie’s bicep. “Do any of them have stories you want to share? You don’t have to if it’s too personal.”

He’s stunned to silence for a moment, something that doesn’t often happen to Eddie. But he’s so used to everyone pressing to hear more about rehab and addiction and recovery that his brain physically needs a moment to catch up to Steve. “Oh. Uh. I mean, the one you’re touching doesn’t have a meaning or story, I just liked how it looks.” Eddie thinks for a moment, then, before he holds out the inside of his right forearm. “This one is a puppet master. Master of Puppets is my favorite Metallica song, and when I learned to play it is when I realized that music could actually be a career path for me.” They run through a few other tattoos; the Wyvern, the spider, the “you bow to no one” in elvish down his spine. While still working up the courage to tell Steve more, he switches his approach. “Do you have any tattoos? Or have you ever wanted any?”

“I’ve never thought about it in a serious way, because I’m not sure I’d like having something on me permanently like that.” Steve shrugs, flipping his arm over to point at his right wrist. “The few times I’ve thought about it, it’s been like. A robin, here. The Roman numerals for 94 somewhere. That kind of stuff.”

Eddie smiles softly, nods. “It’s adorable that you’d want one for Robin.” He teases and lets the moment breathe for a moment before he circles back to the tattoo of the snake. “I’m not ashamed of my story, or my history, but we hadn’t really talked about, you know. That aspect of things, yet. But, I mean. I made terrible choices when I was younger, and I got in over my head with drugs harder than I realized. And it’s happened more than once. And I’m not naive enough to think I’m magically cured because drugs haven’t raised an issue for me over the last few years. But I’ve been mostly sober for almost 4 years.”

“Mostly?” Steve asks, concern clear in how softly he speaks, and Eddie can’t help but grin and shrug a little.

“Still some weed sometimes. Still drink beer sometimes. Both in moderation, not anything out of control. It, uh, probably sounds weird but those weren’t substances I had issues with, so I don’t… I don’t really think about drinking or smoking as cheating, but I know some programs would call it that way.” He shrugs, and Steve nods, processing the information.

“Well, thanks for sharing that with me. I know it’s probably not easy to talk about, but. I learned a few new things about you today.” He offers with a little smile, and Eddie nods back. They slip back into silence, until Robin slips back into the room, looking between the two of them expectantly.

“Did you ask him?” She asks, and when Eddie turns his attention to Steve, he flushes.

“No, I uh…” He trails off, picking at a fingernail before looking up at Eddie, then back down at his hands. “We’re flying back to Chicago tomorrow, and we were wondering if you had your plans set for heading back to Nashville?”

“Oh, yeah. When you guys initially said you’d be leaving tomorrow, I booked a flight home for tomorrow afternoon.” He says and watches Steve’s lack of reaction. Wonders if he should have asked about joining them in Chicago until Steve gives an awkward smile. 

“Right, that makes sense.” He nods. “Well, we can all head to the airport together, at least?”

“Yeah, sure.” Eddie agrees, turning to look at Robin in the hopes of finding an explanation, but she turns away to take her turn in the shower, leaving Steve and Eddie together on the sofa.

~~~

Gareth picks Eddie up from the airport once he’s touched down in Nashville, and they head back to his house. Eddie throws himself into the comfort of his sofa, huddling up to a pillow with the intention of taking a nap, but his phone buzzes in his pocket. When he fishes it out, he smiles.

Stevie: Dustin has taken over the apartment, but we’re home. Hope you got home safe, too.

“Why are you smiling?” Gareth asks as Eddie is typing out his response.

“I’m not smiling,” Eddie responds instantly, schooling his expression and shoving his phone back in his pocket.

“Oh, so Steve texted you,” Gareth says, matter-of-factly, before scrolling on his own phone. “Want to order food? I’m hungry and you don’t have anything edible.”

“Why do you assume Steve texted me?” Eddie asks, frowning and sitting up straighter.

Gareth raises his eyebrow and glances over his phone at Eddie before he sighs. “Because you were making that face you’ve been making for the last month every time you text him, and you just got home from a week with him, so obviously he’s texting you again. Your turn to answer; food?”

Eddie stares at Gareth for a moment, watches as he turns his phone around to face Eddie, showing off the Uber Eats screen, before he scoffs and takes the phone to place his order. Before he hands it back to Gareth, though, he holds it just out of his reach. “What face am I making?”

“C’mon, Eddie, don’t play dumb.” Gareth laughs, but Eddie frowns deeper. Gareth frowns back, then. “You really haven’t put it together?”

“Put what together?” Eddie asks, finally handing Gareth his phone back. Gareth takes it, but doesn’t look away from Eddie until he answers.

“Dude, you’re in love with him.” He says, like it’s obvious, before going about placing his own order.

Eddie thinks for a moment. He knows he has feelings for Steve; finds him attractive and interesting and definitely wants to see if something is there. But to know that his friends can see through him puts him on edge, makes him defensive. “I’m not in love with him, we’re just friends.”

“Eddie,” Gareth laughs before he sees the serious look on Eddie’s face and he sighs. “Look, man. I’m not trying to start a fight or make you spiral or anything. I’m just saying. You leaned into a TikTok trend for him, voluntarily learned about the sport he plays, helped nurse him back to health after he got hurt and spent an extra week in LA to be with him longer. And now you’re texting him, again, like you did after we left Chicago. There’s something there, whether you want to admit it or not. Maybe it’s not love yet, but that’s where it’s heading.”

Silence settles over them, just the sound of Gareth’s short nails tapping against the screen of his phone, for a long moment. Eddie processes what he’s said, thinks it over, before flipping back to the text messages from Steve. He reads the words over and over before he decides on an answer.

Eddie: Glad you’re home safe. Miss you already.

He doesn’t have to wait long for a response, as Steve answers no more than two minutes later.

Steve: I miss you already, too, Eds.

Eddie considers responding but decides to tuck the phone back into his pocket instead. He drums his fingers against his knee, settling into a melody before he nudges Gareth’s leg with his foot. 

“Wanna help me set up the studio downstairs while we wait for the food?”

Gareth meets his look, raising an eyebrow. “Inspiration strikes over Steve Harrington?”

“I’ve got, like, four different ideas I started fleshing out in LA without instruments,” Eddie answers instead and ignores the smug look on Gareth’s face as they stand and make their way to the basement Eddie converted into a recording studio to get it ready while their food is delivered.

#glitter & crimson #hockey player!steve harrington #rockstar!eddie munson #steddie au #gareth #corroded coffin #lumax #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #robin buckley #steve harrington #eddie munson #starkidmunson writes #tw: mention of addiction #tw: mention of rehab #if there's anything in here anyone ever thinks i should tag #just tell me pls #thanks for reading!

[bonefall]

"Back in my day we loved our abusers or just disregarded them. We would never smash their heads against a wall until they agreed with us"

So... so you're just admitting you tried to Love and Kindness the abuse away?? You did that??? You think it's BAD to fight back against someone who is BEATING YOU?

Or does that mean, "we never demanded better treatment or justice. We just waited for our abusers to realize the error of their ways, like good victims."

I REALLY hope they get paid enough to go to therapy, this is actual factual abuse apologia. I am once again legitimately concerned for the mental health of these writers

#You can't 'TEACH SOMEONE TO BE LOVELY' out of DOMESTIC ABUSE #Abuse isn't about a person BEING MEAN it's about CONTROL #A conversation about retributive vs rehabilitative justice would be good. Im a fan of rehab justice #BUT NOT IN RESPONSE TO A FAN QUESTIONING A WIFEBEATER GOING TO HEAVEN #At NO POINT has any afterlife EVER been established as a place where rehabilitation happens #Even NOW #CURRENT ARC #ALMOST 10 YEARS LATER #SCREAMING LIKE A CHIMP CONTINUES #WHY HAVE THEY ONLY DONE THIS FOR THE WIFEBEATER #TOM AND CLEAR ALONE!!!!!!! #VIOLENT MEN WHO ASSAULT INNOCENT WOMEN AND CHILDREN #AND SEE ZERO CONSEQUENCES #Tw domestic abuse #Tw child abuse

[compassionatereminders]

Like even if a person is addicted to heroin or another "scary" drug, what we as a society could and SHOULD do is make sure that the heroin is as safe as it can be, and that he has the resources and knowledge required to prevent infections, injuries, overdoses and other serious health risks, and that relevant rehab, treatment, support and detox programs are available to him if/when he decides he wants to pursue them. Punishing him as a dangerous criminal for being an addict isn't going to shame him out of addiction, and that approach is genuinely far more likely to literally kill him than to actually solve the issue

#recovery #kat gets serious #drugs tw #heroin tw #addiction tw #rehab tw #overdose tw #health risk tw #death tw

[iluvdubstep]

#drug abuse #tw drugs #drugblr #drug rehab

[necropathys]

angel rehab by dddelusione

#suggestive #tw: mind control #dreamcest #angel rehab

[samwpmarleau]

“Just forgive him.”

#anyway fuck this storyline fr #like it makes sense for jamie to be drawn in yet again by the childlike desire to have his dad love him #but the show presenting that as a GOOD thing? #that lol his mom's just spiteful and jamie should ignore her in favor of what ted says #that no matter how badly your parent (or anyone) has abused you you have to make nice #good for james for getting rehab i guess #but that does NOT mean jamie should — let alone needs to — forgive and forget and reconnect #or that james getting rehab means he's suddenly a good person who loves jamie #and he hasn't even acknowledged what he's done; certainly he hasn't apologized for it #jamie tartt #james tartt #tl #tedlassoedit #ted lasso #mine #tw child abuse #tw rape

[riverxjackson]

He had been in the rehab just over a week now and he wasn’t feeling well. He still was feeling pretty sick. Just from not having anything and just the idea of it all. Being at a place that he felt so alone at. He knew there was other people in the rehab, doctors and other staff. But still he felt like they were just not real and he was there alone.  He sighed as he walked from the more like main room when people could watch tv, or playboard games.  To many people had come in so the noise was starting to get to him. He moved from the chair he had been curled up in for a while and made his way outside to a garden area. It was nice but still there was a fence that kept you inside and unable to leave. He stood there a moment then moved to go sit down on bench. There was not to many people people around him so he was glad for that. It was that weird mix of being around people and feeling alone, but also wanting to be alone too.  

River was in for the fact he had been drinking pretty much since he was fourteen and using for a few years past that. On and off for years but he did stop using about two years ago but his father showing up changed that. He let out a breath as he moved to lay down on the bench an old habit he had always was laying down on a bench at the parks in town. @madelena-sinclair at the Restored Horizons Addiction Center

#tw addiction #tw: rehab #tw alchoholism #tw: drug use

[pastafossa]

So mom has improved enough that, if all goes well in the next day or two, they'll be moving her to a rehab center, which is fortunately right behind the hospital (I'm literally 5 mins from the hospital, so this is EXCELLENT for visiting purposes!). Me and the fam have also split the day, so dad and sis go in to visit before sis leaves for work, and I visit in the afternoon. That way she gets to see everyone!

She's still kinda out of it, but they've said that's normal. I'm also not sure if she'll be home for Christmas but as long as I know she is coming home, I'm ok. I even wrapped presents the other night, which I just... wasn't in the mood for before since I'd have had to wrap up the gifts I got her. But now I felt optimistic enough that I was able to wrap hers up.

Yesterday when I asked if she wanted anything for her room - a pillow, a blanket, a balloon - she asked if she could have a plague doctor get well balloon. Sadly those do NOT exist but I'm going to see what I can do. 😆

#tw: sick parent #that she still has her sense of humor makes me feel a little better #sis thinks i should just tape a plague doctor pic onto a balloon which isn't a terrible idea #anyway fingers crossed on her going to the rehab center soon #cause that's one step closer to her being ok!

[artofkhaos404]

In life, I believe we are all just addicts struggling with our drug of choice.

For some, it may be actual drugs. Meth, cocaine, heroine, marijuana... whatever suits them. For others it is alcohol or cigarettes or other tobacco products.

It may be pornography. Or self harm.

I have wrestled with my drug of choice for about four years. Indulging daily or weekly. I'm accustomed to counting wins by the day.

...

Tomorrow, I'm going out with some friends to celebrate two months clean. Eventually I may relapse back into my old habits, but that's not the point. The point is proving to myself that I am able. Recovery is possible.

I WILL NOT BE A SLAVE TO MY DRUG.

And I'll encourage you to adopt the same mantra. These addictions and this society that fuels them? It can't hold us. We are free.

#alternative #tw drugs #rehab #rehabilitation #addiction #self harm #sh #suicidal #depression #anxiety #mentally ill #mental health awareness #actually mentally ill #ak thoughts #ak rants #mental illness #recovery #we will recover #encouragment #encouraging words #life update #clean #self control #addict #recover #deep shiz #deep thoughts #deep #anti capitalist #anarchist

[isthedogawolfdog]

Also if you find a wild animal and are sure it’s in need of rehabilitation (after asking an educated rehabbed or the like), still don’t feed it! I can’t tell you how many times we’ve had people call in and explain the situation while mentioning that they fed it. Of course they had good intentions, but that doesn’t always work out.

On top of not feeding wild animals in general to prevent risk of habituation (and please never look it up and try to feed it on your own via some random website), you also shouldn’t feed them because allergies are a thing too, as well as choking! We had a pair of baby squirrels come in and they’re feet were purple. Purple. Surprise, that’s not how it’s supposed to be! I talked with the person who found the squirrels and they said they had read to feed it goats milk, which it ended up being allergic to.

It’s best to leave it up to people that know what they’re doing. We see you trying to help! Thank you so much for your interest in saving animals, but there’s only so much you can do.

#wildlife rehab #wildlife rehabilitation #wildlife #tw animal injury #I think? #also don’t feel bad if an animal dies while you’re trying to transport it #sometimes that just happens #keep your cats inside and you’re usually good #you did the best you could and we see you!

[p3rcpr1nc3ss]

:/ I miss my old drvg blog

#cnc drugging #tw drugs #sex and drugs #drugblr #drugs cw #cocaiinedays #coke lines #cokegirls #cokefien #white #text #text post #drug abuse #drug rehab #coca?ne #cocaína #diet coke #coke studio #music #my music #dollblr #dollar #rave girl #emo girl #ai girl #this is a girlblog #alt girl #girlhood #daddy's good girl #beauttiful girls

[free-n-wild]

Y'ALL THIS TAWNY IS ON PAR WITH THE SASSY CORMORANT, JUST LOOK AT HIM HE'S AN ENRAGED MUPPET I LOVE HIM 😭

#he's at the vet waiting for a carer and like— imagine living with the knowledge that this thing would be in your home if you took the case #i'm so jealous of the volunteer that rehabs him #not wk #my stuff #work shenanigans #birdblr #tawny frogmouth #scopohobia tw #why do all my animals look intimidatingly at the camera....