Okay this may be a bit controversial but I think this is important: please learn and practice taking a step back from mental illness communities when you need to.
When I was about 17, I was heavily in the BPD community, in the tags everyday, in several group chats and 2 of my closest friends had BPD. I spent so much time discussing my disorders and symptoms that I forgot that they weren’t healthy. I’d talk about my impulsive thoughts so often that I got a lot closer to acting on them; the more I told people about me consistent urge to stab myself in the leg every time i held a knife, the stronger that impulse got. I noticed my symptoms get worse, specifically my manipulative behaviours.
So, I took a step back. I left the group chats for a while, took a break from the tags. Took the time to basically reset and remind myself that a lot of things I was doing weren’t healthy. It’s still something I do to this day; I take breaks from certain spaces when I need them, and it helps, it really does.
Communities can help so much; they can help you understand your symptoms, give you coping mechanisms, connect with others, feel less alone. But they’re not perfect, and can become overwhelming. Any space that joins people by a mental illness is never gonna be very healthy, and we need to recognise that.
So please, learn to take breaks when you need to, learn to step back and observe yourself, don’t get lost in these communities and loose yourself.
Me: *draws a male character*
Me: he looks like i girl i C AN T DRAW G UYS
My brain: thats!! Because!! You gave him!! Female body language!! And keys!!
Me: well how do i fix th-
My brain: S P R E A D T H E L E G S
So! Tomorrow is @plastic-pipes’ birthday and since I was never given a prompt, I figured I’d just base this birthday ficlet off of some awesome art that pipes drew instead. (And how could I resist adding a trope to it?) Hope you have a great b-day, pal! :D
“So, this isn’t exactly how I saw our night off going.”
Kim’s face is only illuminated by the light of their two phones, but it’s easy to see the frustration in the tiny pinch of her forehead and slight dip of the corners of her lips, despite the lightness of her tone.
you can’t fuck monkey d. luffy. what the fuck , buddy. what makes you think this hyperactive lil shit is gonna sit still long enough for you to sit on his dick. like hey buddy , if you get him to fck you , go ahead, cant stop ya, but its hopeless my guy. he just wont do it , theres nothin in it for him , he’ll just get up , run away , dick floppin in the wind goin on an adventure , . just give it up, my man.