I know that people like to reject the idea that going for a walk, or opening your curtains, or doing something small and nice for yourself, and the usual response to anything in relation to mental illness recovery is “we can’t all be neurotypical”
like, I get it. I’ve been battling an almost life-long series of mental illnesses. Ive been at my lowest points for a very long time. And I KNOW it’s VERY hard to snap out of that, and hearing optimistic advice is EASY to scoff at cuz, hey, it honestly does sounds unbelievable and silly. Yes, a lot of neurotypical people do give unhelpful advice, and when they say it, it’s not coming from an understanding of the severity of the situation.
But I say this: I am mentally ill and I am set on recovery and leading a more fulfilling life than what I used to. you can’t get help until you’re prepared to receive it, as it’s YOUR mind and body that has to be worked on.
You’re allowed to live with mental illness, and nothing will ever truly take it away, but you can improve and find ways to help you function better.
And yes, going for a walk, opening the curtains, talking to a friend, listening to some quiet music, even cooking….they’re all ways that have helped me slowly be more productive. doing little chores around the house has improved my mood also.
I know that it’s a common thing these days to reject the idea of recovery, and I know that individually that is okay since you recover when you’re ready, but I think we really need to stop the culture that is being formed around it. and by culture I mean reblogging posts towarsa nasty about people trying to give self-care or recovery advice. can’t stop you from venting in your own space, that’s not what this is about. we honestly need to stop the rising culture, because it’s gunna get to a point where we all feed off each other’s stubbornness and unwillingness to improve that it’s going to start making those who want to improve feel bad, or encourage people who are already feeling hopeless and not wanting to improve continue that way of thinking.
you’re not wrong for wanting to recover. recovery is a good thing that helps you feel better about yourself and gives you more hope for the future and can further even more recovery in the future, even if it’s almost as hard as not doing anything at all.
and as I said, it’s different when neurotypicals say that “try yoga and go for a nature walk” bullshit, because they’re not understanding in the same way other mentally ill people who try to give the same advice do.
recovery is gruelling and difficult, but it’s not impossible.
char is a goddess, and it is still her birthday (thank u time difference)
airport au, based on this, but not 100% similar. enjoy :)
“Yeah, dad, it’s only a short delay, I should be arriving at 7 or so,” Stiles said, tucking the phone between his ear and his shoulder as he scoured the crowded airport for a free outlet. “No, dad, you don’t need to pick me up, I can catch a cab home, I’ll be fine.”
“You think I’d let my only son take a cab home after I haven’t seen him for a year?” his dad’s tinny voice rang out sharply over the line, and Stiles smiled fondly. “I don’t know who you’ve been hanging around with, son, but I’m picking you up, and that’s the end of that. I even made sure they gave me the night off.”
“That’s great dad,” Stiles told him honestly, before his eyes widened when he caught a glimpse of a free outlet next to… was that Derek Hale? “I’ll see you tonight,” he blurted out, heading over to get a closer look at the sleeping guy. “Holy shit.”
“Language,” the Sheriff reprimanded, and Stiles winced.
“Sorry, dad. I gotta go, ‘kay? Love you,” he said absently, settling his backpack down onto the ground and unslinging his messenger bag from his shoulders, cursing silently when the strap got tangled in his earphones.
“Yeah, love you too, kid. Have a safe trip.”
At the sound of the click, Stiles ripped his earbuds out and fumbled to untangle them when his bag’s strap slid a few inches in his grasp, knocking against Derek’s bent knees. “Shit,” he breathed out, eyes wide and horrified. He waited for a few moments, unmoving, before letting out a relieved breath when Derek didn’t wake. He folded himself down a few steps away, cursing the fact that he had left his extension cord back in Beacon Hills, and his charger was unfortunately short, rendering him incapable of moving further out and admiring Derek from after, like he used to.
He let out a sigh at the thought of his first few years of high school. Derek had been the basketball team captain, two years older than Stiles, and the only reason he hadn’t tried out for the team was the burning fear that he’d trip Derek up by accident during the tryouts and spend the rest of his high school career eating his lunch next to the dumpsters. Sarcastic and terrifying tended to be Stiles’ type, evidenced by one Lydia Martin and Derek himself.
Although, looking down at Derek now, his lashes dark smudges against his cheeks and his mouth shut in a little pout looking all sleepy and adorable, he probably wouldn’t be able to tell that Derek had allegedly got the 6’6” football quarterback to cry and apologize to Jessica Rawlings, a girl in Stiles’ year. Last he heard, Derek had gone off to the East Coast for college, following the footsteps of all his older siblings.
- your local mun rises from the depths to let you all know that exams are haaard. I usually de-stress by writing but this semester is kicking my butt and I’m worried I may not actually pass all my modules (which is not an option for many reasons) so I guess it’s only fair to say that I’ll probably be mainly absent for a while, two to three weeks probably. BUT I’ll be finally going back home during the first week of June and jet lag does funny things to me, like boosting my creativity, so look forward to that!
As glassworkers as well as desert dwellers, members of the Sagolii branch of the Lynx tribe which X’rena/Syrena hails from have a fair fixation on heat and fire. Kits of the tribe grow up watching their elders incorporating flame not only into their glassblowing livelihood, but into their dances, and therefore their celebrations, mournings, rituals and ceremonies. Generally, this takes the form of fireside dances, but a handful of skilled members of the tribe utilize flaming poi.
Despite no longer affiliating herself with her birth tribe, Syrena still retains her love of her tribe’s native dance forms, and fire poi remain one of her two favourite dance props (with the other being isis wings).