FYI everyone sometimes medication for mental illness is the only option (read my exp w meds and depression below)
Since the age of 8 I showed signs of depression. This was unfortunately ignored by family though I have family history of depression. I though my symptoms were myself just "growing up" and every day I lived in dread that the lack of happiness was how the rest of my life would be lived. During my teenage years this got significantly worse, leading to self harm and suicidal ideation among other things like recklessness/lack of care with my own life.
This illness followed me until I started therapy in my twenties. Two years of sessions on and off definitely helped. I saw three different therapists and still the sadness/numbness remained. I was diagnosed with dysthymia.
I started medication, and over the course of a year and a half, went on to two different types. I tapered off after the second med made me gain a ton of weight. I was terrified that the crushing sadness would come back, but tapered off.
I've been off meds for about a year and feel so completely normal. Change is possible, don't let anyone shame you into thinking you don't need ut when you've tried everything. One of my therapists refused to give me a referral for meds because they didn't understand dysthymia. If you think you need the help, DO IT! you know yourself and your body and mind better than anyone.
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Friendly reminder that Eris tried to protect his mom from getting hurt in the High Lord’s meeting
Okay so I wasn’t going to address this but it’s really gotten to me and weighing heavy on my heart.
TW: Talks of Rape
Earlier today I got a bunch of notifications all at once about this account that claimed I was simping for a rapist, a rape apologist, and other nasty things from an account I do not know. They were commenting under all of my eris fics and seeing it was very disturbing, hurtful, and just 100% not true.
Some people take fiction to far to start with but in defense of Eris, which I feel like is ridiculous that I have to do, he never raped anyone. Mor was SA but it was done in the Hewn City. Again, I feel silly I’m actually having to clarify this because
1.) Never happened but
2.) IT IS A WORK OF A FICTION. HE IS A FICTIONAL CHARACTER.
I am a victim of SA. I know what it’s like and to claim that about me when you know nothing is vile. It’s low and has made me feel like shit all day and I hate, I hate that it got to me like this but it has. I’m calling you out publicly, whoever you are, because I want you to know that words truly do affect people no matter how much protection you feel you have behind a screen.
I have no idea why you targeted me, why you said the things you did, but I truly hope you learn from this and grow as a person. I hope whatever hurt you’re feeling that you had to come at me in this way and say such awful things gets healed and you become a better person.
To the rest of you, thank you for reading my fics and being there for me. This community is amazing and I am thankful for each and every one of you.
❤️ 🍯🐝🧚🏻♀️
I dunno I mean I knew a lot of Americans were against it but I assumed they were all elitist right wing weirdos.
What's the mainstream left wing position then if it's not socialism?
The ending of Francesca mirroring the feeling of a storm to play on the motif of punishment for the lustful being an endless hurricane that sweeps them off their feet only for the vocals to defiantly assert that he would not change a thing and that heaven could not fit such a love anyway, is exactly the kind of deconstructive intertextual brilliance I’m expecting from this album and this is exactly why I want to marry Mr. Hozier for his brain not his body
One argument I've seen is that he needed a reason to go to the NC so he would be in position to hear of Elain's vision and go after Vassa.
Again, that warning look from Tamlin. But Lucien ignored him.
His body was taut, near-trembling. “What happened between you?” “It’s not worth repeating.”. / “No,” he said hoarsely. “No. When Calanmai came along, he refused. He flat-out refused to participate. I replaced him in the Rite, but …” “You took Ianthe into that cave on Calanmai?” He wouldn’t meet my gaze. “She insisted. Tamlin was … Things were bad, Feyre. I went in his stead, and I did my duty to the court. I went of my own free will. And we completed the Rite.” He might have completed the Great Rite with Ianthe of his own free will, but he certainly hadn’t enjoyed it. Some line had been blurred—badly.
Tamlin and Lucien, it seemed, had spoken before the meal, but the latter made a point to keep a healthy distance from me. To not look at or speak to me, as if still needing to convince Tamlin of our innocence.
Tamlin merely fixed Lucien with a look, any trace of that guilt gone. His claws slid free, embedding in the scar-flecked wood of his chair’s arm.
“They are our allies,” he growled at me, at Lucien, both of us seated in armchairs flanking the mantel. He threw a glare in Lucien’s direction. “I expected better from you.”
Tamlin stopped short. And snarled at Lucien, “Get out. I’ll deal with you later.”
Tamlin didn’t take his eyes off me as he said to Lucien, “Get. Out.” There was enough violence in the words that neither Lucien nor I objected this time as he slipped from the room and shut the double doors behind him.
I heard Lucien first. “Back off.” A low female laugh. “I was obligated to perform the Rite,” Lucien snapped. “That night wasn’t the product of desire, believe me.”
“Do not touch me,” he growled.
Where Lucien stood, back against a tree—twin bands of blue stone shackled around his wrists. She slid a hand over the broad panes of his chest, his stomach. And Lucien’s eyes shot to me as I stepped between the trees, fear and humiliation reddening his golden skin. Lucien’s shirt was askew, the top button on his pants already undone.
I was running out of borrowed time. I could winnow, but then I’d abandon Lucien to them if he somehow couldn’t manage to himself with the faebane in his system from the food at the camp— Leave him. I should and could leave him. But to a fate perhaps worse than death—
“You’re going back. To the Night Court.”I shouldered my heavy pack and finally looked at him. “Yes.” His tan face had paled. But he surveyed Ianthe, the two dead royals. “I’m going with you.” “No,” was all I said, heading for the trees. “You won’t make it without magic,” he warned me.
Look at the above and tell me that's not plenty to support Lucien leaving Spring? I left out anything to do with Elain yet we still have abuse from Tamlin, SA from Ianthe, the desire to go with Feyre who he feels won't make it through the Courts without her magic.
He had PLENTY of reasons to leave and join her in the NC. Which would have placed him in proximity of Elain to hear her vision and at that point, volunteer to go after Vassa.
So again, why would SJM make Elain and Lucien Mates if she's going to reject the bond? It serves no purpose to the story and only hurts two main characters (because having a bond with someone and losing a bond with someone evoke major feelings, not to mention the loss for the Male can be extreme).
Lucien who lost nearly all support from his family.
Lucien who's best friend abused him.
Lucien who was a victim of Ianthe’s.
Lucien who was forced to watch a female he truly loved, murdered.
Lucien who was chased out of his home.
Lucien who was disabled by Amarantha.
Lucien who was beaten because of Amarantha.
Azriel’s 11 years of suffering at the hands of his father and brothers was awful but I honestly I don't think any character has suffered as much loss and is still experiencing loss to the extent Lucien has / is. What exactly makes Azriel deserving of Lucien's Mate at the expense of Lucien's happiness?
Why would SJM take away Lucien's one chance at a a sacred bond, forcing him to forever feel the echos of that loss? She could have made anyone else, anyone at all, Elain's Mate if she wanted her to reject it.
I love Elain but she is not better or more deserving of happiness than Lucien, being the one to essentially break his heart when he has shown nothing but respect towards the gift they were granted.
his own status as a mated male made him uninterested in any sort of female company these days.
“I’m a mated male now.”
Lucien breathed, “Where is he keeping her?”. I shook my head. “I don’t know. Rhysand has a hundred places where they could be, but I doubt he’d use any of them to hide Elain, knowing that I’m aware of them.” “Tell me anyway. List all of them.” “You’ll die the moment you set foot in his territory.” “I survived well enough when I found you.” “You couldn’t see that he had me in thrall. You let him take me back.” “I need to find her.”
“I’m getting my mate back.”
She was the most beautiful female he’d ever seen.
Cassian’s heart strained at the pain etching deep into Lucien’s face as he tried to hide his disappointment and longing.
I'm not saying either Lucien or Elain have been ready to truly get to know one another but I find it nearly impossible to believe they won't be someday soon and when they do, I find it impossible to believe that Lucien will be left heartbroken or forced to live a life without his Mate.
No because pride and prejudice isn't "I changed myself for you so you would love me back." It's "your blatant rejection and disdain for me made me realize things about myself no one had ever been bold enough to tell me so I sat down and evaluated all my behavior patterns and why they came about and came to the realization myself that I had to work on myself. Also I don't expect you to love me now that I'm a work in progress, so I'm just going to do nice things for you because I don't like seeing you hurt." No wonder P&P fans refuse to settle.
you are good even when you are unemployed.
you are good even when you need to rely on others’ help.
you are good even when you are depressed.
you are good even when you are hurt.
you are good even when you are scared.
you are good even when you are overwhelmed.
you are good even when you are not tidy.
you are good even when you are confused.
you are good even when you have difficulty performing tasks.
you are good even when you feel like you’ll never measure up to being an adult.
symptoms are not morality.
pearletta - 19 - bd: 02/28/04 - she/her - all women are goddesses - star wars (f the sequels), percy jackson, harry potter (f jkr), the belles (underrated), marvel, twilight (only putting this here bc i LIVE for trash talking twilight), acotar (nesta motherfuckin' archeron supremecy!), the song of achilles (don't even get me started i love this book so much), and numerous other fandoms! -
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