one day you will be happy. not constantly, but it will become a theme in your life. you will have days where you feel sad and that’s normal. but eventually you can wake up with a smile on your face even if there isn’t a reason. you’ll see yourself through a clearer lens. you’ll think of the best case scenarios. you’ll find people who you can share your happiness with. you’ll settle into your own body and mind with a sense of security.
Tag: self
‘But I’m not… special. Not the way they are. I’m not anyone important.’
‘I know. You’re not destined or chosen, I wish I could tell you that you were if that would make it easier, but it’s not true. You’re in the right place at the right time, and you care enough to do what needs to be done. Sometimes that’s enough.’
The Night Circus, by Erin Morgenstern
shout out to mentally ill students who are still trying their hardest to get amazing grades despite dealing with symptoms
shout out to mentally ill students are are just going through the motions and even though they know they want good grades they can’t bring themselves to care
shout out to mentally ill students who take time off and skip homework because they need to put their mental health first
shout out to mentally ill students who don’t want to get a diagnosis because they’re afraid it will impact their future careers
shout out to mentally ill students who have to juggle homework with therapy sessions and any other extracurriculars they do
shout out to mentally ill students. you rock my world.
to mentally ill students who hate school or think the concept of grades is unfair but have to deal with them anyway
That is indeed vaguely threatening encouragement from a small octopus.
reblog to save/threaten a life
Please enjoy this vaguely threatening octopus.
when you feel alone and work is overwhelming just remember that you’re a part of someone’s best memories. no dialogue just your presence, in exploring somewhere new, a reassuring smile and support you gave, or in lots of laughter and sun. it helps the days feel worth more, even if today felt like it didn’t count, it did. you exist in so many ways you can’t measure.
The most valuable thing I learned doing a Masters degree with depression, anxiety and ADHD was to change my “things I’m bad at” list to “things I can’t do on my own.” Stop thinking of them as things I could do if I tried hard enough, and accept that I can’t accomplish them by effort and willpower alone; they’re genuine neurocognitive deficits, and if I need to do the thing, then just like a blind person reading or a mobility impaired person going up a storey in a building, I need to find a different method.
I’m “bad at” working on long-term projects without an imminent deadline or someone breathing down my neck? Okay, let’s change that: I can’t work on long-term projects without an imminent deadline and someone breathing down my neck. So let’s create an imminent deadline and recruit neck-breathers. Find a sympathetic prof who will agree that 3 weeks before the due date they expect me to show them my preliminary notes and bibliography. Get a friend I trust to block off an hour to sit with me and keep asking, “Are you working on your project?” Write a blog post about my progress. Arrange to trade papers and proofread them with another student.
Accept your limitations and learn to leverage them, instead of buying the neurotypical fairytale that they’ll go away if you just try hard enough.
I needed this so much.
Although healing brings a better life, it also threatens to permanently alter life as you’ve known it. Your relationships, your position in the world, even your sense of identity may change. Coping patterns that have served you for a lifetime will be called into question. When you make the commitment to heal, you risk losing much of what is familiar. As a result one part of you may want to heal while another resists change.
Courage to Heal WB by Laura Davis (via speakoutbeheard)
sidenote and possible unpopular opinion: I think self insert OCs and “Mary Sues” etc are a vital part of growing as a creative person and moreover, are effectively harmless and fun
Looking back, I don’t understand the fanfic community’s straight up abhorrence of self insert OCs. I write fiction and nonfiction now and the characters who have a little part of me are the strongest most developed parts of every story.
Why do we hate on fanfic authors, especially those starting out who don’t know how to craft characters yet (and do any of us ever really learn), for writing what they know? Fanfic allows writers to explore techniques in an established world with established characters. It allows them to stretch their muscles without forging a new path through the woods. Why we gotta hate on them for using shoes they’re used to?
today my anthro professor said something kindof really beautiful:
“you all have a little bit of ‘I want to save the world’ in you, that’s why you’re here, in college. I want you to know that it’s okay if you only save one person, and it’s okay if that person is you”
I feel like a few people I know could stand to read this.
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