Imagine how much that heart means to Even. The craziness and miscommunication in Isak and Even’s relationship has all been because Even is mentally ill. Then he finally decides to be with Isak but tries his hardest to hide his mental illness from Isak, like when he told Sonja not to call. Isak and Even are having the perfect night at the hotel then everything changes. And it’s all out of Even’s control. He tried so hard to keep his mental illness a secret out of fear of loosing isak. But his mind betrayed him. What went through his mind when he eealized what happened Friday night? Then he starts sending Isak text after text of basically love letters only to get the response “please stop texting me”. Even didnt do anything wrong yet he has been feeling like he’s lost the guy he loves because of something that he will never be able to change. Hes probably been thinking no one else will ever love him but Sonja. How much has he blamed and hated himself, this part of who he is? How hopeless has he felt? That heart. This ❤. This is hope. That single heart has probably just changed Even’s life. Literally. Thank you Isak

anonymous asked:

People who should be called out on using neurogenders: neurotypical people; people who shouldn't be called out: nd/mentally ill trans or non-binary people trying to make sense of their identity


anonymous asked:

I have lost MC in a crowd. Shit. How do I....? Mentally prepared self, shakes out shoulders and cups hands over mouth: "HOWEL IS THE BIGGEST COWARD AND DAMA QUEEN I HAVE EVER MET," oh shit that's true. Wait I got it. "AND HE NEVER LOVED SOFIE!" -Brizzy

*busts in from the background* “WHO SAID THAT!!! WANNA FUCKING FIGHT!” *Shakes off suitably magnificent suit-jacket and let’s it puddle dramatically on the ground ‘Grandma, its me Anastasia’ styles* Gotta do Howl proud.

((Thems fighting words my friend. I’m not saying you wouldn’t find me, but you’d find my fists too :P))

icedyuris  asked:

that nyrenia person blocked me so im just warning your blog theyre extremely ableist "Grow up and get your mental problems sorted out first"

Oh my god, I’m so glad I gave up talking to them.

Like they are so hung up on Snow White being German but Snow White’s heritage is never spoken about within the movie. Like at all. She doesn’t grow up in Germany, she doesn’t speak German and the artwork wasn’t inspired by Germany at all. It’s such a lame excuse

its been said before but this is a daily reminder that mental illness does not excuse toxic behavior

it can offer an explanation, but you cannot treat someone with cruelty and then just like “well sorry it’s my mental illness i can’t help it”

i don’t have a solution, because i know that mental illness by nature can be difficult or impossible to control, but do not let a friend or partner or parent or anyone be a dick to you and say that you have to put up with it because that’s just how they are

or even worse, guilt trip you about being upset with them

i am saying this as someone with a diagnosed mental illness that im on medication for:

mental illness does NOT give anyone the right to treat you badly

and if someone tries to excuse their toxic behavior by claiming it’s mental illness and they cannot help it, that’s a red fucking flag
Forget Self-Esteem—Try Self-Compassion Instead
Trying to boost your own ego is largely pointless. Here's what works better.
By Olga Khazan

Khazan: So what is self-compassion? How is it better?
Neff: It means treating yourself with the same kind of kindness, care, compassion, as you would treat those you care about—your good friends, your loved ones.One component is self-kindness, which is in a way the most obvious. But it also entails a recognition of common humanity—in other words, the understanding that all people are imperfect, and all people have imperfect lives. Sometimes, when we fail, we react as if something has gone wrong—that this shouldn’t be happening. “I shouldn’t have failed, I shouldn’t have had this issue come up in my life.” And this sense that “this shouldn’t be happening,” as if everyone else in the world were living perfectly happy, unproblematic lives. That type of thinking really causes a lot of additional suffering, because people feel isolated and separated from the rest of humanity.

So, when we have self-compassion, when we fail, it’s not “poor me,” it’s “well, everyone fails.” Everyone struggles. This is what it means to be human. And that really radically alters how we relate to failure and difficulty. When we say, “Oh, this is normal, this is part of what it means to human,” that opens the door to the grow from the experience. If we feel like it’s abnormal, this shouldn’t be happening, then we start blaming ourselves.”

your mental well being is valid and doesn’t need to be justified 

when i’m apathetic due to disassociation, it feels as if all of my emotions are muted, trapped behind a thick glass wall and totally out of focus. i know they are there; i can feel them tapping on the wall, calling through it, but they are muffled. there is no connection and they are easily dismissed or ignored.

there will be people who use you. they are good at getting close so you care about them. when they see your scars, they’ll flash their own. you will feel kin to them. you know what it is to struggle with things.

and at first you think: they’ll help me if i help them.

but it doesn’t happen. you love them deeply so you always pick up the phone. it doesn’t matter that you have a test the next day or that you’re going through things of your own. you support them.

they are good at pretend. they will play like they are your friend, so you endlessly give to them. after a while you realize: it really doesn’t matter what’s happening in your life, some more pressing emergency is always happening to them. it is a hard thing to recognize, because you don’t want people to hurt like you do. 

i have a friend who never asks me if i’’m okay. she only ever texts me to tell me she wants to die, but never goes to therapy or does any of the things i tell her to do to help herself. once when i came back from my grandfather’s funeral she demanded to know why i’d been gone, and when i explained, she said that without me, she’d almost passed out of this world. i had to lay down on the floor; nothing made sense anymore. i want her to get better. i want to help.

but there are people out there who will use you. who don’t care about getting better, they care about you giving up your time, your effort, your everything. until you are drained of it. i don’t mean those who give back, who will gladly do anything for you, who you know you can trust. who you don’t mind giving up the test for, because you know they’d do the same in a similar spot.

i mean those who don’t know you. who pretend that they care about you but are using your empathy as a sore spot. who take more than they need. who demand your attention all of the time but don’t care if you bleed.

you can say you’re a lesbian if you only just figured it out

you can say you’re a lesbian if you haven’t dated any girls

if i was able to so surely say that i was straight (when i wasn’t) even before i dated a guy, kissed a guy, had a legitimate crush on a guy, then you’re allowed to say you’re a lesbian even if you haven’t “tried it” yet

you are real and valid and your identity is important, no matter what your dating history is

there are two settings. the first is success, a crushing perfection that simmers below the surface, a gritted-teeth force that breaks down more often than it runs. it is relying on panic to wake you up, it is nightmares about numbers, it is being unable to stop shaking when the test comes back, it is empty scores, no flaws found but still feels sore. it is the appearance of self-assurance, top-of-the-class, always-in-yoga. nobody gets into the room when you’re sobbing over your gpa. they only smell the candles and not the burning.

the second is failure. it comes in the wake of the smallest thing. a shrug and “you could have done better” rather than a smile. that’s it. and then it’s time to destroy everything. she frowned at me once, we aren’t really her friend and we must never speak to her again. he didn’t want to get dinner, not only is he not interested but he finds us repulsive. it is realizing you are sixteen minutes late and just skipping class rather than showing up late. it’s refusing to study because you understand nothing. it’s taking something down before someone can rip it down for you. it’s isolating yourself so nothing can hurt you and it’s hurting because you’re isolated. it’s missed calls, never-at-work, always-too-drunk. 

that’s it. all or nothing.