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About me:
28 | She/her
Likes to write - send asks or requests!
Master list here
Has a blog for each of my fandoms because I like things organized. My main blog however is a hot mess much like myself. See blogs here.
Etsy just royally screwed me and didnāt even follow their own rules. Where do I go from here?
I knew going to Etsy was a risk after seeing all the reviews from sellers and being miss treated but I was just getting started and it was a platform I knew. Now I want out.
Any suggestions?
Doctor⦠if you can hear me⦠please spare us 6 words⦠pleaseā¦
Breaking the Silence; My Mental Health Story for Worldwide Suicide Prevention Day
By ForbiddenSalt
9/10/2024
Trigger Warning: This blog post discusses suicidal ideation, depression, and mental health struggles. If you are in a vulnerable state, please read with caution, and know that support is available through resources like 988, friends, and loved ones.
Resources and helpful tools for self and loved ones provided below the fold.
My Story:
Suicide Awareness Day holds a deeply personal meaning for me. For years, I struggled silently with suicidal thoughts, depression, and anxiety, unsure of how to ask for help or whether I deserved it. Sharing my story now is not just about raising awareness, but about offering hope to anyone who feels the same weight I once carried.
At the age of 13, I began to experience something many people are hesitant to talk aboutāsuicidal ideation. But it wasnāt until I was in college that I truly realized how dangerous those thoughts had become.
I remember one day when I was walking across campus from class to my dorm, lost in thought, and accidentally stepped off the curb without looking. A car was coming toward me. Instinctively, I jumped back, avoiding an accident. But what happened next startled me more than the near-miss. As I stood on the sidewalk, tears welled up, not because I was relieved, not because I was scaredāI was upset that my instincts had saved me. I realized I wasnāt crying because I had narrowly avoided getting hit by a car; I was crying because, in that moment, I wanted to be hit. It would have been an "accident"āa way out without me having to act intentionally.
It dawned on me that this was something much more serious than I had admitted to myself.
This wasnāt the first time I had experienced suicidal thoughts, but it was one of the most shocking moments. I knew I needed help. I sought out a counselor at the campus health center and, for a time, tried therapy. When I went home for a break, I spoke to my doctor, and she prescribed me an SSRI. I confided in my family and was met with mixed reactionsāsome were supportive, while others expressed concerns about the medication, urging me to stop taking it as quickly as possible. This set up an internal battle for me; I began starting and stopping my medication over the next few months, caught between fear and shame; and eventually quit all together.
Suicidal ideation lingered in the back of my mind for years. I wished for a pause button, a way to make the world stop so I could catch my breath and somehow not fall behind. I dreamed of getting hurt or sick enough to be hospitalized, just so I could take a break from lifeās demands. But I never let myself act on those thoughts.
It wasnāt until my mid-20s that things got so bad I returned to therapy. This time, it was different. My new therapist helped me understand that I wasnāt ācrazyāāI was carrying the weight of childhood trauma and years of struggling to survive. She diagnosed me with complex PTSD, and for the first time, I felt understood. Her support gave me the strength to make significant changes in my life, including moving to a new state.
There, I found another therapist who continued to guide me through the ups and downs. I started back on an SSRI and have stayed on it ever since. Through this process, I realized that what I had been dealing with wasnāt just emotionalāit was also biological. My body wasnāt producing enough serotonin, and my chronic illnesses, were compounding these mental health struggles by denying my body the tools to make its own serotonin and through the weight of the symptoms. Especially for a while before there was any answer or treatment plan in sight.
I went through EMDR therapy, talk therapy, and put in the hard work to heal. I focused on my physical and mental health, fighting for answers and for my life. Slowly, I began to reclaim control. I started to recognize the warning signs of passive suicidal ideation and created an action plan for when those thoughts creep in. I donāt go to therapy as often now, but I still have touch-base appointments in case something changes.
Through this journey, Iāve learned so much about myself and the nature of mental illness. Depression, anxiety, and PTSD were not signs that I was lazy or difficult, though I was often labeled as such. They were symptoms of a much deeper issue. I wish people could see that depression isnāt a mindset or mood and suicidal thoughts are not selfishāthey are the final, fatal symptom of a disease.
It took a long time for me to accept that what I went through wasnāt my fault. I wasnāt to blame for the trauma I endured or the way my brain and body responded to it. And if youāre reading this and find yourself in a dark place, I want you to know you are not alone. I know what itās like to stand in the darkness for so long that it starts to feel like home. But I also know that it is possible to fight back, to heal, and to find hope again.
If you canāt fight for yourself right now, I encourage you to reach out to someoneāanyoneāwho can sit with you in your pain. Let them help you find a therapist, a doctor, or simply help with daily tasks. It might not be the person you expect. For me, one if my company leaders had noticed my depression and helped me find a therapist. I had a best friend who sat with me over the phone while I sobbed broken hearted, encouraging me to seek help if I needed it. That going to the hospital if he needed it wasnāt shameful or weak but brave and admirable. It was my grandmother, who spoke to me daily, reminding me of my faith and offering love when I couldnāt love myself and felt those I loved most didnāt love me.
Faith also played a huge role in my healing. Iāve had my share of questions and anger, but my belief that God could handle my questions and my rage helped me through some of the darkest times. I questioned why my life was going the way it was, why I was feeling the way I did, if He knows everything before it happens, if heās all powerful why didnāt he step in to change the course of my life away from this. My questions turned to anger and I had to keep reminding myself that God had shoulders big enough for my anger, my tears, my pain. That I could toss all of it at him and heād still see me still, love me. I never doubted his existence, and honestly to this day I still donāt have all the answers but Iām sure one day Iāll understand and Iāve realized I was still loved even when I couldnāt see it.
My family eventually came around too. Even my dad, who I had thought didnāt believe me, recently admitted how scared he had been for me after he had kept his fears hidden for years since it had gotten bad. We were able to talk and he listened, shared his point of view, and made the effort to understand. He allowed me to assure him I was safe now, I was doing better, and itās changed our relationship for the better. While I had found my way to stability without knowing if my family believed or supported me, learning my family did care enough to worry, cared enough to learn, and loved me enough to listen even if what I said was hard to hear meant the world to me.
If youāre struggling, know that there is help out there. Call 988 for support, reach out to friends, hug your dog or cat, cling to your faithāwhatever gets you through the next moment. Each day is a step, and thatās enough. It doesnāt have to be a leapāit just has to be forward.
Resources for support below:
New Art/ Sticker
Down Bad Tachy at the Gym
By Forbidden Salt by Holly
Hey everyone! Hereās a piece I just finished titled "Down Bad Tachy at the Gym." Inspired by Taylor Swift's "Down Bad," this artwork humorously yet poignantly depicts the struggle of managing POTS (Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome) while trying to stay active. For those of us with POTS, even the gym can be a battleground.
I hope this piece resonates with anyone whoās faced similar challenges and can find some solidarity and humor in the shared experience. As always, my goal is to spread awareness and understanding through my art.
You can find more of my work on my Etsy shop, Forbidden Salt. I'm continuously adding new pieces, so stay tuned!
š Link to Etsy shop
⨠New Art / Sticker Alert! āØ
šµāš« That Presyncope Haze - Forbidden Salt by Holly šµāš«
Hey everyone! I'm excited to share my latest piece, "That Presyncope Haze." This artwork captures the surreal and often disorienting experience of presyncope, a common symptom of POTS (Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome). Inspired by Taylor Swift's "Lavender Haze," I wanted to convey the feeling of being enveloped in a dreamy, purple fog, yet finding beauty and strength in the midst of it.
Through swirling purples and hazy textures, I hope to evoke the same sense of ethereal beauty and complexity that "Lavender Haze" brings to mind. As someone living with chronic illnesses, creating art is my way of expressing and coping with these experiences. I hope this piece resonates with others who navigate similar challenges and brings a sense of understanding and solidarity.
You can find more of my work on my Etsy shop, Forbidden Salt. Iām expanding my collection, so stay tuned for more stickers, prints, and even some crystallized books and trinkets!
Thank you for all your support and for joining me on this artistic journey. Let's continue to spread awareness and positivity together!
š Link to Etsy shop
š Welcome to Forbidden Salt! š
Hey Tumblr fam! I'm Holly, a 29-year-old psychology student, former businesswoman, and artist with a passion for creativity and advocacy. I'm thrilled to share my art journey with you and introduce you to my Etsy shop, Forbidden Salt.
šØ What I Create:
Stickers: My original drawings transformed into unique vinyl stickers.
Crystallized Books and Trinkets: Handcrafted, one-of-a-kind pieces that add a touch of magic to your space.
Coming Soon: Expanding into shirts and prints, so stay tuned!
šļø Themes:
My art is a reflection of my interests and experiences, focusing on:
Chronic illnesses (POTS, ADHD, CPTSD, autoimmune conditions)
Pop culture
Personal passions and advocacy
āļø A Little About Me:
Traveler: I love exploring new places and cultures.
Reader and Writer: Books are my escape, and writing is my therapy.
Family and Friends: My support system means everything to me.
Mini Schnauzer Lover: My fur baby is my world.
šŖ My Journey:
As a chronic illness warrior, I aim to spread positivity and awareness through my art. Forbidden Salt is more than just a shop; it's a celebration of life's quirks and adventures.
Join me on this creative journey and check out Forbidden Salt on Etsy. Let's bring a little more art and inspiration into the world together!
š Link to Etsy shop
Thank you for your support!
Quietly adds so long London to my good omens playlist
iām obsessed with how david tennant managed to centre so much of the baftas around micheal sheen. like⦠they let him host one of the most prestigious award shows of the year⦠and he used it to have an entire opening skit about him and michael that most people in attendance probably didnāt even get šššš
You know that like trope that if a character is too far from another character they just die thatās David Tennant and Micheal Sheen
will solely be referring to michael sheen and david tennant as The Bonded Pairā¢ļø from now on, thanks
Not only did we get David in a kilt
We got this iconic duo and skit
Anna and Michael serving (Bark Ruffalo not pictured)
Georgia and David fucking serving (seriously, David, THAT SUIT)
But we also got this lovely little hidden joy from Georgia.
We were so well fed
Everyone say thank you and limit the barking if possible š
David Tennant, Micheal Sheen, & Bark Ruffalo at the 2024 BAFTAs.
Transcript Below
The Way, Episode 1 - 'The War'
I am not wrongā¦
This is just good omens but the opposite way around
Cr : balsanaa on TikTok
His eyes š„ŗ
The Way, Episode 2 - 'The Walk'
With all due respect, because I really do love this man, why did my brain go, this is the Welsh Pablo Escobar
i love your tv show aziracrow/book aziracrow series so much!! i wonder what would happen if post s2 crowley met book crowley lmfao
Yeah, I wonder what would happen⦠š¤ (oh, wait. I can write it lol)
Book Crowley: *entering the flat* Hm, thatās weird. Iām pretty sure this plant wasnāt here before.
Book Crowley: *sees TV Crowley lying on the floor* What the hell is this?
TV Crowley: *not looking at him* Me. Being miserable.
Book Crowley: May I ask⦠why?
TV Crowley: My Angel left me.
Book Crowley: He did WHAT?!
After quite extraordinary amounts of alcoholā¦
Book Aziraphale: Crowley, are you� *seeing all the mess* What happened here?
Book Crowley: You did.
Book Aziraphale: Me?! I didnāt do this.
TV Crowley: You left me.
Book Aziraphale: How� Good Lord, why are there two of you?
TV Crowley: Why is there just one of you?
Book Aziraphale: How am I supposed to know?!
Book Crowley: Youāre bad, Angel.
Book Aziraphale: And youāre drunk, my dear.
Book Crowley: Why did you leave us?
Book Aziraphale: Us? I didnāt leave you. And I certainly did not leave him.
TV Crowley: *tearing up* We couldāve been us.
Book Crowley: Look what you did.
Book Aziraphale: Thatās it. Iām done. Iāll come back once youāre both sober.
Book Crowley: Yeah, leave. YOUāRE GOOD AT IT!
Book Aziraphale: I DID NOT LEAVE YOU, FOR HEAVENāS SAKE!
TV Crowley: I miss him. I miss him so much.
Book Crowley: I know, I know. Weāll be alright. We donāt need them.
TV Crowley: You know thatās not true.
Book Crowley: Yeah. Youāre right.