maybe it's just the meds talking

dank bright/glass feels i just got hit with: jack falling into a depressive episode that leaves him with no energy and simon being so adoring because he has a deep knowledge of jack’s mental health problems and trying to care for him the best he can so he can get over it a little faster like “take your medication!! drink some water!!! take a shower!!! *removes all sharp objects from the bedroom*, i brought you something to eat!!!! and more water but NO drinking or smoking because studies show that its bad for depression and will just make it worse!!!! lets get up and walk around a little and you can shave!!! you are ALWAYS welcome to talk to me about what youre feeling and maybe i can give you a booster of your meds if youre having some trouble sleeping!!!!” and jack is like “pls let me regret my entire existence in peace” and simon is like “jack i love you so much and lets let some LIGHT in here1!!!!!! *throws open shades*” 

and the worst part is that he gets over them 10 times faster when simon is taking care of him and they happen less often and are overall not as bad as they were because hes being showered with love and healthy coping techniques instead of laying alone dead to the world for a week with little to no human contact feeling numb and disconnected and terrible

simon is also a super, extremely empathetic person and seeing jack in a state where he cries like 30% of the time and is numb and staring at the wall the other 70% and is just in a state in general where hes physically unable to function make him frantic and worried even though he’s seen it before a hundred times and knows its just a dip, he has to remind himself that this too shall pass, jack will be okay, ill just watch him extra carefully and take him in to the hospital if he gets too severe

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as much as i like the whole rebellion against “neurotypical, karen” mentality i don’t quite think its understood that this doesn’t mean you can derail and invalidate how somebody feels now. like trying to turn a vent post into spiteful positivity because “i just HATE the negativity on this site!” thanks all you did was encroach on a complete strangers feelings in a really performative way. you actually didn’t help anything….ironically just like the karen who has never had mental illnesses and tries to prescribe you yoga instead of letting you take your meds or like, dare feel that maybe you’re allowed to talk about your feelings sometimes

not to mention everyone’s kinda going back to the old “mentally ill/neuroatypical people are unreasonable and don’t understand how good like, yoga is, and i never want to hear anyone being depressed, ever” mentality because i suppose nobody on this website knows how to balance anything

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Well…this was a predicament. Aniya’s hands clutched the paper bag awkwardly, indecision warring on her face. A job had gone…unexpectedly, in that her payment hadn’t been the promised caps. Instead, she had been provided a couple doses of Med-X. It was all they had, and they’d really needed her to fix their heater with winter coming.

God, she couldn’t bring this home. And she couldn’t just sell it, not without risking a dangerous altercation with the big time chem dealers in town. Donating it would be…unsafe, for medical reasons. She had no guarantees on its quality.

But maybe the mayor would have some idea what to do? He was supposed to be willing to talk to everyone in Goodneighbor, and it’s not like Aniya had ever bothered him before. Maybe he’d be willing to hear her out.

With that in mind, she knocked apprehensively on the door to his stateroom, and waited.

let’s talk about medic!finn for a second ‘cause that is (obviously) a very important concept to me.

finn, who wakes up in medical and finds himself scarred, rey gone, poe visiting his bedside as much as he can while the resistance plans its next plan of attack (a nurse tells him that poe’s been in almost every day - whenever he’s not flying drills or heading out on missions - just to sit on the stool next to finn and talk to him or hum or touch his hand). the celebrations are over. the war isn’t.

finn, well enough to lie awake all day but not well enough to get up and help, muscles tense from sleeping the days away and wounds that twinge and ache and remind him how maybe he’d failed. he’s surrounded by nurses and med-droids, going about their business, and he just kind of watches them as they help people; acting as someone’s crutch or cleaning a cut or assuring a wary patient that a shot won’t hurt. one day he sputters to the nurse that comes to change his dressing that he’d successfully bandaged an angry wookiee while on-board a malfunctioning ship and they smile like they’re actually really impressed.

finn, getting better and given a curfew and a list of things he’s not supposed to do, spending the time not spent with poe (in the mess listening to bb-8 chatter or out on the tarmac admiring the x-wings or on the roof learning the names of stars or the lyrics to quiet songs) talking to patients, trotting after droids with first aid kits and jotting down a mess of tips he learns from listening to the idle conversations of nurses. it keeps him busy, keeps away the unwanted thoughts of escape and mistakes and grey areas, lets him fall into the familiarity of routine without reminding him of his old routines.

finn, who’s actually given a few duties after enough time of asking questions, a few sprained wrists to wrap, a heartbeat to monitor. he gets his own cot in the barracks, adjacent to poe’s because the best pilot in the resistance is apparently very persistent about sharing his space, but medical is never far and it always needs an extra pair of hands. eventually, the general orders him to get some real training and she’s smiling and his lip wobbles a bit because his chest swells with pride and opportunity and purpose–purpose that means something.

finn, learning that caring so fiercely about other people is not a weakness or a waste of energy or something to be punished, learning that he can help without hurting at the same time.

finn, watching as wounds are mended and bruises fade and people go on even when their hearts are heavy, and realizing that someday he’ll heal, too.

All in My Head: Part 2

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Plot: Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst

A/N: a veryyyyy late update :) ill stop starting new series i promise

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“Hey, you going somewhere?” Namjoon entered the room, towel around his neck, still glistening from his shower. He looked around the room in disgust, seeing the piles of clothes on Jungkook’s bed.

Jungkook ignored his hyung’s questions, rushing past him to grab his suitcase and pack the set of clothes he had picked out on his bed.

“Jungkook? What are you doing?” Namjoon asked, confused about the sudden packing of clothes, the maknae’s urgency. “Hey! Jungkook?” he called out, but to no avail. Jungkook just sped past him, again, to grab his toiletries, a small stash of cash, and his passport. The last item really got Namjoon worried. Namjoon finally stood in the doorway of their shared room, and when he was denied access to his own room, Jungkook finally looked up at the face of his concerned hyung.

“Hey, I need to  get in,” he said, not even giving the courtesy of eye contact. He tried to get through the small space between the door and Namjoon, but it was futile, but Namjoon stood his ground.

“Not until you tell me why you’re leaving the country,” he said in a stern voice.

“I need to visit a….um… I need to help a-,” although he knew exactly where to find her, he didn’t even know what to label her. Was she a friend? Was she a charity case? He had not even spent a minute talking to the girl while she was conscious, but it didn’t matter. He had to go. “Someone’s in the hospital and I just need to go.” He forcefully pushed past Namjoon’s tall build and started to pack other things. Phone charger, water bottle, watch-

“Who’s in the hospital?”

“Y/N.”

“Whos that?”

“Uh…”

And again, his spontaneous trip seemed to not make sense. Jungkook didn’t know who she was. She was just a… girl. She was just a girl who fainted at his feet, utterly helpless, leaving him no choice than to help. She wasn’t a friend, she wasn’t an acquaintance.

But he still had to know that she was safe, that she has someone there for her.

“Jungkook, you’re not answering any of my questions! Do you hear yourself right now?” Namjoon stopped Jungkook from leaving the room with a clutch of his wrist. “Does Hayoung know about this?”

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It’s important to talk about and recognize the fact that PhD students are young professionals in the early stages of their career and not just ~students because by the time you get your PhD you are literally an expert in your field

I’m sick of the “millennials are going to grad school to put off starting their life” thing because like, it makes people not take me seriously when I talk about what I do. I shouldn’t have to explain to literally everyone who isn’t also in grad school that getting a PhD is literally a full time job.

Anyways we should exclusively refer to PhD students as “early career scientists/academics” instead of grad students because until professional students (med/law students etc.) our training consists of actively contributing to our field. And maybe then more than just the STEM folks can get paid a living wage.

ian e9: bipolar perspective

Welcome back! Here’s the latest installment of thoughts about Ian/Bipolar storyline. I will continue to record my feelings publicly as a person with similar presentations of bipolar disorder. I don’t read tumblr before writing these, because I need to keep focused. My purpose with these recaps is communicate what the illness does and how it can feel. Bipolar Disorder is a wide road. Others with have different experiences and see the show differently.  As always, this is just one gal’s opinion. 

PORTRAYAL AND TONE THIS WEEK:  I will start with my nitpick: I didn’t like Ian doing the intro with the pancakes. It was too jokey and hit me wrong. I mean, sure, it’s always intended to be kind of jokey-insulting to the viewer every week. This time, it was the opposite of what they’ve been doing since he’s been brought down. Thumbs down.

Overall, I’m still really, really impressed with CM. I already know I’m not alone with exhilaration at The Return of Ian Plaid. God, it’s good to see, right? Sartorial excitement aside, I don’t understand how he manages to see so small and closed in, fragile and raw. It’s so accurate for this time, and I really commend him. 

I’ll get to the paranoia in a minute. I saw the “it wasn’t really Ian’s idea/decision to go get meds because Mickey was the one who brought it up” thought a couple times, but I feel differently. Of course Mickey handles it with a strong hand of “Ian, this isn’t real! Look!” because that’s how he is, and it does get through. When Fiona follows him with “Ian, it’s only gonna get worse.” Ian looks over his shoulder quickly, and Frank’s stupid two cents later, which seem to make him dart away that much harder. But that’s not it. 

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anonymous asked:

Do you guys think that constantly talking about and bonding over your mental illnesses/meds etc is actually going to help? No, it won't. Believe me. You have ups and downs of your entire life ahead of you - your career, relationships, kids maybe, family, future house/apartment. There is so much more than this stupid hormonal period of your teens/early 20s. I don't know how to tell you guys that without sounding condescending but I just know its true... Also go see a psychologist, they're good.

Harsh but true shit here Jessy… The fact that you are unemployed is most definitely contributing to your depression. Human beings are supposed to feel productive and when that’s not the case depression/anxiety results. i was unemployed for 6 months and quite literally wanted to kill myself. Apply for anything that will distract you from thinking about how sad shit is. Tbh you need to get rid of this blog for like a solid month and see how you feel… All the best.

What kind of neurotypical bullshit… Firstly, I have an autoimmune disorder that directly corresponds to my depression/fatigue. Do you have antibodies attacking your thyroid, making your energy levels so low it’s almost impossible to get out of bed some days? I’m guessing not. What kind of… “bonding over mental illness and meds” are you kidding me? Having a community is EXTREMELY helpful when going through a mental illness. If I didn’t have people to reach out to, I’d have felt even more isolated than I already did.

I’m well aware life is full of ups and downs. Guess what makes that harder? A mental illness.

“There is so much more than this stupid hormonal period of your teens/early 20s” cool, doesn’t change the fact that I have a diagnosed mental illness

“Harsh but true shit here Jessy… The fact that you are unemployed is most definitely contributing to your depression.” Again, the fact that I have an autoimmune disorder and have been sick as a dog for over a year has probably been contributing more than that, but thanks. Additionally, I’m a full time student who goes to one of the hardest schools in my state year round for engineering, and I don’t have time for a job due to the enormous amount of schoolwork and projects I deal with year round. I don’t get summers off, and honestly, the constant stress and pressure is more harmful to my mental illness than taking time off. 

“Tbh you need to get rid of this blog for like a solid month and see how you feel…” why are you on tumblr if you think it’s so bad for mental illnesses? since you seem to have all your shit together? i run this blog because it’s my escape. idk if you noticed, but i’m gay, and the real world isn’t so nice to gay people.

Idk if you’re trying to help or preach bullshit about how you know my life better than I do, but honestly fuck off. I’ve been going to therapy for a while now, I finally found a med combination that allows me to function without daily panic attacks, and yes, I’m going to help people who come to me for advice with medication. The medication stigma needs to STOP, now. I suffered for a ridiculously long time because I thought meds were ~bad~ and taking lexapro saved my fucking life. 

Dude, fuck off