picking RPG clothes based on maxing stats instead of whether they match or not
[*rpg music playing as gear gets picked* boss (wearing paper crown): so you’ve finally… arrived… what the hell are you wearing? player character: it’s my ass kicking outfit, bitch!]
No one here seems interested in the grimy parts of mental health. Everyone wants to talk about mental illness as quiet introverts drinking tea and nervously stuttering over words. No one ever talks about symptoms like paranoia or hallucinations or hypersexuality or compulsions or homelessness or drug addiction or delusions or psychosis or violent urges. Every time a clearly mentally ill person commits a crime, and someone says, “Hey, maybe this is a sign that we need to improve mental health awareness in this country,” everyone goes to screaming: “This isn’t about mental illness! Mentally ill people aren’t violent!”
But yes, sometimes mentally ill people are violent. Sometimes we are bad people. And even those mentally ill people are in need of advocacy, maybe even more so.
When you post “Protect people with mental illnesses at all costs,” do you mean all of us, or just the cute ones?
I get sick of tumblr’s version of self care, which 90% of the time threads into this beautifully: go pet a fuzzy cute animal! pile up your favorite blankets from childhood and watch disney movies! take a nap! play a game from this list of cute soothings games!
More realistically: go take a shower because it’s been three days. Wash the dishes that have been in the sink since last Friday that you can smell as soon as you open your door because rotting food stinks. Pick all your clothes off the floor because that’s where your entire wardrobe is and you’ve already cried today because you tripped over a sweater and realized the cat puked on it. Call someone who can give you enough courage to pay that bill you’ve been ignoring. Put away the crackers because that’s all you’ve eaten for two days straight. Apologize to the friends who are worried sick about you, and if you can’t at least let them know you are ok and need space.
One of the most empowering types of self-care is responsibility, but tumblr just wants to sit in a closet strung with fairy lights and read their favorite fic.
“Cute” self-care for “cute” mental issues. That’s not reality.
This is how comedy works and is exactly why Tumblr’s collectively clenched asshole needs to chill the fuck out about.
Walking around angry about everything will literally kill you. That kind of constant, self-induced stress absolutely literally kills people and you need to laugh to get it out of your system.
What scares me going to the beach is the sun. I’m more likely to get melanoma [than get eaten by a shark]. I’m also afraid of jet skis, getting hit in the head with a surfboard, stepping on a sting ray, getting run over by an SUV in the parking lot or getting a bacterial infection from the wastewater that pollutes our [ocean]. Those kinds of things scare me more than the sharks do.
Truth. I have lived it. Turns out it makes shit worse, who would have thought?!
I encourage anyone who is struggling with anger and sads to message a friend, (hell even message me, we will be pals) rather than posting shittiness online where it can come back to bite you in the ass.
This is why I spend so much time talking to random strangers.
it’s good to acknowlege your feelings and talk out your problems. ranting, lashing out, and sending anon hate are NOT THE SAME THING. neither is beating yourself up – that’s just turning the hate inwards. hate is a vampire, it’ll eat you alive.
anger is like a wild animal stuck in your house. if you pretend it’s not there, it’s going to eat your food and shit in your laundry until it dies behind the refrigerator and stinks forever. that’s bad. but playing with it and carrying it around by the tail and throwing it at your friends and family are also bad. what you need to do is look at it straight on, identify what it is, and then open up the door and shoo it outside with a broom.
Being desensitized to gore and scary shit kind of sucks cause I want to be scared or horrified by movies and stories but nowadays everything is just like
lmao if you ever want to see a person’s true colors, passionately tell them about your love of bugs, and observe how they treat you during the conversation.
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