edserhatesyou:

I want to pre face this by saying I’m not suicidal before someone try’s to offer me the number for a hotline or whatever.

I’m at a point where I feel like I’m running out of options and I can’t keep going. I don’t shower one day to the next and I don’t sleep either.

Today I requested my GP start me on bridging HRT (testosterone) as I won’t be able to go to a NHS gender identity clinic for years because of how long the waiting lists are.

The problem is I worked myself up so much to ask that if now I don’t get the outcome I need I’m going to struggle. I already struggle everyday, in the past few months I’ve lost 15 lb because of my mood effecting my appetite. I’m loosing the ability to do things every day because of my lack of sleep and food as well as my already low mood. I’m really struggling and I can’t cope.

I’ll force myself to keep going because I have too but it’s getting harder each day and all I want is to just turn to dust and become a distant uncared about memory to my loved ones but that’s not possible. I feel trapped and I don’t know what to do.!

This is a vent post and I want to reiterate I am not suicidal. I have no intention of committing suicide but I am struggling and needed to vent my emotions right now.

I wanted to update. I’m still in this headspace and my doctor did hours of research and unfortunately the GMC updated their advice so unfortunately he can’t unless he gets the go ahead from a specialist now which I’ll have to pay for or wait longer for the clinic.

At the moment I’m working on saving to pay for my appointment because I need this.

I want to pre face this by saying I’m not suicidal before someone try’s to offer me the number for a hotline or whatever.

I’m at a point where I feel like I’m running out of options and I can’t keep going. I don’t shower one day to the next and I don’t sleep either.

Today I requested my GP start me on bridging HRT (testosterone) as I won’t be able to go to a NHS gender identity clinic for years because of how long the waiting lists are.

The problem is I worked myself up so much to ask that if now I don’t get the outcome I need I’m going to struggle. I already struggle everyday, in the past few months I’ve lost 15 lb because of my mood effecting my appetite. I’m loosing the ability to do things every day because of my lack of sleep and food as well as my already low mood. I’m really struggling and I can’t cope.

I’ll force myself to keep going because I have too but it’s getting harder each day and all I want is to just turn to dust and become a distant uncared about memory to my loved ones but that’s not possible. I feel trapped and I don’t know what to do.!

This is a vent post and I want to reiterate I am not suicidal. I have no intention of committing suicide but I am struggling and needed to vent my emotions right now.

I’m leaving discourse.

This was long coming, I just don’t care for it nearly as much as I used to. Besides, I’ve met someone who made me reevaluate my views on discourse (pro tip: don’t fall in love with two enbies in a row?) and whether I need to be engaged in it per se? It’s difficult to explain, my stance hasn’t changed much, I just don’t care for it.

Y'all might have noticed that I haven’t engaged with much discourse lately as it is. Let’s just say my mental health didn’t take the hit of losing a support system as well as I hoped it would.

On the bright side, I don’t think I’ll try and kill myself ever again. And I’ll definitely purge much more of my online presence over time, once I have it.

I’m still going to be on this blog, don’t get me wrong. Just less.

They were right when they told me I’d know who my real friends were. And I’ll cherish these people more than I could ever before.

jhelenivarsimae:

I was tagged by @effervescentdragon !!! Thanks hun!

Rules: write the latest line from a wip and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post!

“Ai, Galdor,” she sighed fondly. “Must you be so cruel to yourself? Who has blinded you so badly that you cannot see that you are loved? That you are wanted and needed?”

Ugh I’m breaking my heart over this again

Tagging:@yellow-feathered-faerie@burning-quesadilla@werian-wintertid@thedaughterofshadows@thepinkseat-askthemoonbunny AND WHOEVER ELSE WANTS TO

Thank you very much to the awesome @jhelenivarsimae for tagging me in this! Couldn’t reply earlier cuz I was at work but…

“You’re a diamond, Mary.”

“Huh?”

“Unbreakable. I mean the things you’ve been through, a lesser person would’ve unalived themselves by now…”

“They’re not lesser. People have different mental thresholds, when a soldier falls in battle we rightfully honor him. But when that battle is against principalities and powers, we call him weak and deny him burial when we’re supposed to be soldiers of God ourselves? That’s hardly fair.”

I don’t really know who to tag in this tbh, but they’ll be here once I remember!

Elwing yeets herself into the sea and gets turned into a seagull.

Maglor yeets himself into the sea and gets turned into a siren so Ulmo can have his own personal Spotify playlist for eternity (fuck off Manwë this is my pet kinslayer and I’m keeping him)

Maglor/Spouse headcanons

(featuring my OC for his hubby, Ringwë “Ringo”Ilyannon)

Despite being the shorter of the two, Mags is the big spoon (he also tops most of the time)

Ringo is a NEAT FREAK and his eye twitches when one thing is out of place while Mags is literally a hot mess “it’s organized chaos, Ringo!”

Ringo followed his husband to ME, not because he was swayed by Fëanor’s words but for two other reasons, first was loyalty to Mags and the second was because he was just getting mad bored in Valinor (where nothing ever happens unless Morgoth is around to stir shit up) and he needed material to write a play about that wasn’t The Merry Misadventures of Gods Part II (his very popular comedy series about the Valar). He wanted to be around when history was being made.

He and Maglor fought side by side on several occasions even though Maglor was a spell-singer and Ringo had to learn fighting skills on the go (“I never fought but I’ve air-fenced for roles before”)

Ringo was Mags’ biggest support when Mae was captured and he got into fights with his brothers about his “failure” to rescue him (“I’m writing a new play. It’s called ‘if you don’t leave my husband alone I’ll kick your fucking teeth in”)

Ringo is a total blanket hog which Mags doesn’t mind because it gives him excuses for cuddles “you’re gonna share this warmth one way or another”

When the Gap fell, Mags ordered Ringo to go with the retreating survivors and this stubborn bitch said “if we’re dying, we’re dying together whether you like it or not.”

Whenever they get bored of their wandering, they stay in Amon Ereb (which is a perfectly serviceable keep that Mags sings an enchantment around to make it look like ruins)

Mags calls Ringo “coivenya” (my life)

They argue in the dumbest ways, Mags will sing obnoxiously to annoy Ringo while Ringo recites increasingly insulting poetry.

They’ve definitely sucked each other off under the table when meetings got boring

Ringo was away when Maedhros killed himself so he came back to find his husband and law-brother gone and the fortress a mess, he at first thought that they’d been assailed by orcs. But then he heard Maglor’s singing and found him at the edge of the water.

Weirdest place they had sex? On Himring’s roof. Maedhros had them up there patrolling for orcs and whatnot but when a couple hours passed and all they saw was snow, they were like “Welp, bored now” and banged on one of the turrets (facing forward so they could still scout for enemies). When Mae heard about this, he tried to be the intimidating older brother but ended up laughing his ass off because him and Fingon did that same thing one time.

Whenever Ringo’s having a bad day, Mags would pick him up some of his favorite fruit (strawberries, but when they were Exiled and on the road it was hard to get them. He learned to freeze-dry them from Celegorm so they’d have a supply when they were on the go). When Mags is having a bad day, Ringo does hilariously bad but surprisingly accurate impressions of people Maglor dislikes and it has him cackling every single time.

Ringo may be a neat freak but that doesn’t extend to his hair. His hair is curly as fuck and most of the time it’s thrown up in a braid because he can’t be assed with it, so Mags usually takes care of it.

Feanor didn’t like Ringo at first because his family were Fingolfin’s supporters and said that no son of his would marry a potential “plant.” Ringo’s parents didn’t like Maglor cuz of his dramatic and admittedly arrogant musician personality, fearing he would be as flighty as his stage persona. So the two of them did what any reasonable elves would do, eloped. They did the equivalent of a drive-thru Vegas wedding with like three of Mags’ brothers there.

When he got back home, Mags didn’t even bother hiding it from Feanor. “Where did you get to, son?”

“Oh, I went out and got married” cuz at that point the marriage was already performed and Feanor couldn’t do shit about it. He eventually warmed up a tad when he saw how happy Maglor was (and how Ringo made the twins laugh)

Ringo was happy that Mags had such a large family since he was an only child himself and always wanted siblings.

Maglor just saying “fuck u dad, I’m getting married” inspired Mae to be public about his own relationship with Fingon.

When my suicidal ideation coincides with a relapse of my eating disorder

i wonder what it’s like to get sad without getting suicidal

I just want to down all the pills we have and call it done- and we have a lot of pills.

“I promise- this isn’t your fault, love- but I must leave this awful place- I love you-”

My dear.

!TW! Death, suicide, ugly crying !TW!

700+ words

dsmp school au

She sat there in silence. What did she do wrong? Why did everyone she loves leave?

“Hello?” She heard from a distance, she recognized the voice. It broke her heart. Silent tears race down her face. “Oh my, are you alright!” The voice says to her. She can see his feet floating in front of her. As y/n looks up, she sees him.

“Wilbur?” She whispers not wanting it to be true, he can’t be dead.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” He says, his ghostly voice echoing around the room. With these words she breaks, sobs cracking out of her like a whip. Wilbur’s ghostly form moves to help her, attempting to wipe the tears from her face a hissing sound emits from his hand. The tears dissolved his fingers, he stared at where his fingers once were. Her sobs softened when she realized what she did. She did this, she hurt him. 

“I’m sorry, it seems I can’t help you,” Wilbur says in a soft voice. She looks at him, her eyes and nose red and swollen.

“I missed you. Every day, it seems like it’s been a lifetime without you.” She murmurs. “It’s only been a few days my dear,” he responds.

“I thought you didn’t recognize me, why are you calling me your dear?”

“Because this isn’t real, it’s in your head and you know it. He would never come back for you, he never loved you. It was jointly to hope from the beginning,” he says, a calm smile adorning his face. The same face that called her worthless, useless, nothing, a nobody.

“I know, he never loved me. I got that from the start. I just wished to whatever could hear me, maybe, just maybe, it was a lie.”

“There was no lying, you fell for someone who could never love you back. It’s time for us to go, my dear, the sun is rising.”

Y/n wakes up to her alarm, ignoring it she walks over to her mirror. Seeing the reflection she sees him behind her. Whipping her head around she sees him.

“It’s time for us to go, don’t you want to see me again, my dear.” He says, the same comforting smile on his face as she always saw at school.

She got ready for the day, getting dressed,  eating, grabbing her bag, and driving to school. As she gets there she feels the eyes on her. She goes through her normal day as if nothing happened at the last bell of the day, he shows up.

“My dear, what is taking you so long?” He says floating over her.

“I want to see the sunset before it’s time,” she whispered.

“I see, I will meet you there.” He vanishes.

The final bell rings, she packs up and makes her way through the crowd of people, and to the roof. The wired fence glaring at her in the light of the sun that is slowly setting. She sees him there, waiting, just as he promised her.

“Hello, my dear. It’s time now.”

“Yes of course.”

She drops her bag and takes her shoes off. Carefully setting them next to the edge. Seeing the people below her, some are shouting others are recording. She sees his friends in the crowd but not him. Quirking her head to the side she looks more. After a moment she realized, I could be stopped if I don’t hurry now. Climbing the fence holding onto it as she sees the sunset for the last time, closing her eyes. Smiling, she hears the roof four open but it’s too late she fell. Turning, as if in slow motion she sees him, not the ghost, but him. He is here. He cares. He grabs her arm through the fence stopping her for a moment but not enough. And she falls, they make eye contact. She sees him say ‘I’m sorry.’ Tears fall upwards as she finally makes contact with the floor. With a thud and muffled screams, everything goes dark.

“Welcome, my dear. I missed you so,”

She hugs him but can’t feel anything.

“Am I being taken back?”

“I’m afraid so, my love, I will never forget you. Y/n.”

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Thank you for reading, I’m back! I’m trying to get myself to write again so maybe this will work! <3

(:

Ijustwanttocutmyself, but IknowIshouldn’t.Ihatemylifeandeverythinginit.Iwanttodie,Iwanttofeelsometypeofreliefinthisworld.♡

Why I’ve been missing

How conceited of me to make a post like this. This feels like a youtuber apology or something lmfao

First of all, I just want to say how much I miss chatting with you guys, getting thirsty asks and writing filth. I miss the joy that all of this used to bring me. Also I want to get this out of the way: this is not a goodbye or hiatus post. I’m still here

Please don’t read any further than the “read more” if depression and suicidal thoughts trigger you.

Ngl, I’m not doing well. Not at all.

I don’t want to seem like an edgy kid who self-diagnoses random illnesses to seem cool, but as you will probably guess from my next words, I have a feeling that I may be struggling with some pretty severe depression and ADHD.

My mental health has been slowly but surely going downhill for quite a while now. It started with sudden bursts of anxiety and tachicardia, and escalated all the way to suicidal thoughts. At the beginning they were intrusive thoughts that I tried to not give too much weight too, until they’ve become full fledged fantasies where I’m better off dead.

Fortunately, getting a kitten has helped with those, so I’m not joining gods spam folder out of my own volition anytime soon

Every day feels like a burden to me. I either fill my time with endless, tiring work to distract myself from the voids in my life, or spend it doing absolutely nothing, no thoughts at all, lost in my own mind.

I hate myself so much for my tendencies to procrastinate and ignore my problems, and it’s an endless cycle of disappointing myself and not achieving my goals (even the easy fucking ones like cleaning my damn bathroom) that I can never seem to break out of.

Some days I want to go to sleep and never wake up. On those days I force myself to be a functioning member of society, or at least functioning enough to feed my cat and change her litter. Some others I live in autopilot and if you asked me what I do on those days, I genuinely would tell you that I don’t fucking know.

I wish I could change myself and my life but I don’t do anything significant to achieve that because what’s the point in trying when you wish you were dead instead?

I never planned to make it past the age of 18, but here I am, at almost 22, with no fucking direction in life nor any will to live. Nothing sparks me anymore, but at the same time so many things do, and I still can’t bring myself to indulge in those passions because I procrastinate them.

Covid was a lot. I lost my job so many times, I spent a year doing quite literally nothing other than reading fanfiction and closing myself in my own fantasies. Now I’m so lost and lonely.

I recognize that I have a problem, but the idea of putting myself through therapy to solve it? Not it. I tried to, but I’m always too drained, and too tired, and broke af, and there’s always an excuse I’m not even gonna lie, but anything that requires more effort than mindless work tasks feels like an insurmountable mountain to me.

So yeah. I wish I could write but I can’t bring myself to. I did with “1-2-3 Way” because it was a commission and I hate that one shot so much because of the negative feelings I’ve associated it with. I wish I could answer all your asks and messages, but honestly it’s hard for me to do it.

Maybe one message at a time I will :)

The rant is over. It has no direction whatsoever (like me lmfao) and it was written in the spurt of the moment. It probably doesn’t even make sense but yeah.

Know that I love you all, and that I value you and this space so much.

Hopefully, you’ll see me soon with more stories for you. :)

Amaranth

Hello! Welcome to my once in a blue moon post! This is the sequel of Heliotrope- or rather, prequel! The end is after you’ve recovered from what happens in Heliotrope, so if you’d like to, do give that a read!^^

Another Anilysium collab. Prompt I chose was “You’ve always been mine” but I tweaked it a little, it’s basically the same though.

Ship: Tsukishima x M!Reader (the gender doesn’t matter much but the male gendered term is used at the end)

Genre: Angst, hurt comfort

Trigger/Content Warnings:near death experience, suicide, discussion of all that kind of thing, Reader also previously tried to kill himself, it’s fluffy in some parts but boy does it hurt in the beginning, Reader ruins Tsukishima’s uniform, this all takes place during Tsukishima’s third year, they also both get punked by the ocean so if you have a discomfort with that do be careful!

Word Count: 1.8k

Masterlist:Here you go!

Sand clung to skin and the harsher rays of light that usually cascaded and burnt you had died away into a fading tangerine glow. You perched comfortably on the sand, taking note of the undulating waves- they were like you in the sense that while you could crash down hard on the opposition, you would shy away in a fragile manner when faced with gentle treatment.

You were scared of love, really.

Perhaps it was that you felt you weren’t worth such luxuries that you found it hard to make friends through your first few years of high school. Perhaps it was trying to push people away because you were afraid yet alarmingly aware of your mortality. Perhaps it was something else entirely, something you weren’t quite ready to come to terms with.

But here you were…

What you did know was that you weren’t alone in the violent struggle through high school to make friends while you had your walls up. Next to you was someone you never thought you’d share your favorite place with; in any terms you found this boy appalling with his behavior. So appalling, you saw yourself in the way he closed himself off and cut those close with tongue lashings. You knew this only through another friend who took issue with him as you went to another school in an entire other prefecture.

Words mauled their way out from your throat, breaking the silence between you and Tsukishima Kei.

“I won’t ask you why you tried to do what you did today. But I will ask if there’s anyone you can talk to in your life.”

You were still trembling from what had happened hours ago, but you knew he needed comfort first and foremost…

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You walked past the blonde as he had stepped off a bridge, down a height into oncoming traffic, with the intent to end his own life.

But fortunately, you had snapped his wrist into your own and hauled him up- his thin and cold frame relied on yours as you prevented him from finally doing what he’d planned. You stumbled backward with your combined weight. Your eyes stung unbearably as you cried in delayed fear, hot tears warming your windburnt face like a soothing balm. Tsukishima was frozen, face against your chest, like he wasn’t sure if his suicide attempt had actually worked. His glasses fell and shattered in the traffic… but he was up here still?

Finally he looked at you with wide gold eyes and his expression melted into one of dismay- not anger as you had expected. His nose crinkled as his eyes watered and he shoved you,

“Why did you have to be in Sendai right now…?”

You didn’t have an answer for him, still caught up in the panic that he could have died moments ago. You held him against your form, shaking.

He took your silence in stride and slowly wound his thin arms around you.

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“No, there isn’t.”

You took him to this beach to talk about it, as you knew no one would be around.

“You know, I’ve tried to kill myself too,” you smiled sadly, eyes now focusing on the hues in the horizon. You saw the way his posture changed in your peripherals- some kind of visceral reaction.

“You never would’ve guessed, would you have, Tsukishima Kei?” You turned to look at him, wry expression plain in the way your eyes crinkled in pain. He clammed up when you looked at him, then ran a hand through his hair and dismissively looked to the sky.

“I don’t think you can guess someone is suicidal, really…” he muttered.

“Mm,” you hummed in response.

The ocean spoke for you both, reaching out to touch your outstretched legs. You nearly jumped at the cold sea water soaking your jeans.

“Oh, that sucks,” Tsukishima said hollowly at your state.

“Yeah, no shit… wet jeans SUCK,” you kick at the ocean as if to fight it or punish it for soaking you. You unconsciously glanced at Tsukishima.

He was fixated on the glittering sea, wheat blonde hair hosting an ethereal glow courtesy of the dying sunshine casting over him. His expression was stuck in a numb neutral one, but his lips quirked up in the corners subtly when he noticed your discomfort in your wet jeans.

… you’re not doing your job as this introvert’s government assigned himbo.

You let out a little huff, then stood up.

“It feels nice out.”

Tsukishima watched you with a curious expression.

You shrugged off your jacket and tossed it far, where the ocean wouldn’t dare touch it.

“Well, I’m going for a swim.”

“… huh?”

You approached the ocean, submerging yourself in the nearly ice cold water.

Tsukishima sputtered our your surname and scrambled forward in an attempt to stop you. You laughed when he entirely missed and landed on his hands and knees in the sand.

“Come on, the water’s fine!”

“I- n- ??????” He just seemed confused, then watched you approach again.

“If you won’t come in by yourself, then I’ll do it.”

You hauled all of the 6’3” Tsukishima up into your arms, ignoring his flailing and struggling. You started your trek into the ocean until the waves were lapping at your stomach, then you dipped the blonde in your arms straight into the water.

His first instinct, of course, was to punch you. You laughed at his weak jab to your chest, then stood him up in the water, pulling him close so he was still warm.

“TsuKei.”

He looked at you begrudgingly, face dyed pink from the way he exhausted himself fighting against you.

“Do you feel the ocean around you?” You glanced around both of you.

“… yeah.”

“Do you feel the warmth of the sunset?”

He let out a hum of confirmation.

“These are moments of life you would never experience again in death, you wouldn’t ever see these wonderful moments again.”

He set his forehead against your shoulder.

“… I don’t care. I just wanted it to stop hurting, I wanted to care about things again.” He grumbled.

You splashed his side, “Would you like to try giving life another chance?” You stepped back so to look Tsukishima over, “You know, I’m not religious, but I very much believe in fate. I think someone or something sent me here today, someone brought me here to help you, to remind you that there is always more.”

His expression was twisted in pain, “… I don’t believe you.”

“Can you give me a shot? A chance to explain myself, I mean,” you grin, trying your hardest to convince him.

“… Alright.”

“Awesome. Thank you for letting me show you life is worth it, TsuKei,” you leant in and kissed his forehead.

His breath caught in his throat.

…

Then you knocked him fully into the water. He got up and sputtered.

“You asshole! I’m still in my uniform, this is hand wash only! It’s gonna be messed up!”

“I’ll pay for another one, Tsukishima Kei, you should live for now. Or else I’m gonna knock you in the water again.”

His eyes widened, then he smirked and grabbed your shin and tugged.

You slipped and fell into the water as well, feigning surprise with a high pitched squeal. A look of victory crossed his face, then he looked to the horizon in regret.

Suddenly you were both engulfed by the ocean, sent spiraling out to shore and struggling for breath under the oppressive ocean. Your body tumbled out into the dunes and you wheezed out a breath.

Fortunately, you were both only under for a moment, so there was no real risk of either of you drowning.

Unfortunately, though, Tsukishima was shoved on top of you by the ocean, as if mocking the situation. You stared up at him in surprise and he looked down at you with a mix of amusement and horror.

You should’ve probably been caught up on how you were both now completely soaked (not your plan), there was sand in your socks (definitely not the plan), and now you really didn’t have the upper hand in this situation. You had to balance things out somehow, so you just let the first thing that came to mind slip out…

“Take me to dinner first, holy shit.”

Tsukishima grimaced at your comment, “Ew.”

You laughed and pushed him up so you could at least try to get the sand out from your hair. He perched up on his knees. Tsukishima’s face was flushed as he wiped the sand off the elbows of his shirt.

“… hey TsuKei.”

He glanced up, a mix of annoyed and embarrassed, acknowledging you.

“Let me be your shelter in these hard times. Let’s exchange phone numbers.”

He sighed a bit, then looked over at your blazer, then back to you, “My phone was in my pocket. Unless you snatched it earlier.”

“You’re picking up on my tricks already?!” You asked, faux-surprised. You walked over to your jacket and offered his phone to him.

“… alright, (L/N), I’ll try to come to you if I need anything…”

You smiled and rested your arm around his shoulders, leading him back to the sidewalk before the beach, “Then I’ll walk you home.”

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Seven years later you both stood out on the beach during the sunset, watching two kids run around like the entities of chaos they were.

“So, TsuKei, do you regret letting me show you life was worth it? Or are you grateful?” You leaned into your husband’s shoulder.

“Don’t make me say it… of course I’m grateful, you asshole…” he blushed and turned, hiding behind longer locks of that familiar wheat blonde hair.

“Ooh! So mean to me still and we’ve been married for how long?”

“Shut up…” his ears flushed pink. He was still so easy to embarrass. One of the little girls playing runs up to you and grabs your pant leg, and you look down.

“Dad! I found a shell!” She showed a seashell she was so proud of. The way she smiled was so similar to you, there was no doubt at the end of the day she was your daughter. Your gaze wandered over to Isaka, your other daughter, who was staring at the ocean as if it was personally insulting her.

“… thinking of something?” Kei asked you, watching Isaka as well.

“Just how I’m so happy that you wound up being mine… I think I won the lottery as far as partners go. You’re all I wanted, haha…” you look away nervously, hiding from the reality of such a serious confession.

“… did you ever think I wasn’t going to be yours?” He asked gently.

“… there were a few moments, yeah.”

“Really…I think I’ve always been yours, ever since I landed in your arms those years ago.”

Your hand held his tighter.

Want more good fic? Look at our collab’s masterlist!

EDIT: had to delete cuz it was the wrong ‘no text’ color version JDJSJSJ tryna be mod accurate here

im so happy fnf is bringing back creepypastas into the spotlight cuz man s*icide mouse/mickey mouse.avi is one of my absolute favourites!! Just had to draw him and his brother just chilling jsdjsjdk

had fun with the color variations for mickey, especially the dim one which has my own interpretation of him being a lil’ happier and comfortable just hanging out with his totally not that old big bro!!

also yes, he still has his tail cuz why not >:)

Based on personal observations:

- Depression can have a plethora of causes.
- Depression does not care if these causes are “logical” or “reasonable”

- People with depression often dont get taken seriously by the institutions responsible for giving people with depression the treatment they need, even if said person seeks their help voluntarily.These people are often told they are “not really” depressed, or not enough of an emergency to warrant their time. This is appalling and needs to change.
- said institutions are also often highly understaffed, resulting in the behavior mentioned above!

- it is not simply “visit this doctor and you will be cured in a year”
- it is not simply “take these pills and you will be cured in a few years”
- it is not “a phase”

- people close to persons with depression often dont know how to handle it or what to do. This is normal.
- Some People react by shoving people away due to this insecurity. Some people react with selfblame. Some people react with agression.
- people with depression might be in denial about it, or worry about being a burden.
- if it happens, people WILL blame themselves, but it will never be the ones you want to feel blame.

- be ready to listen when someone asks you to listen to them. A single talk can sometimes be a silken thread for people to hold on to.