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Our first TikTok ever, literally will never top it. I peaked on our first post 😂🤣

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Our Archie loves cats so much his legs stop working when he sees one, so we got Archie his very own... 🥰 #meetmypet #dogsoftiktok #catsoftik

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As you’re probably aware, the coronavirus disease, or COVID-19, has now been found in countries all over the globe. This is an understandably disconcerting moment for many, but there are steps we can all take to help mitigate the effect on our communities.

COVID-19 is spreading, but misinformation and disinformation are spreading even faster. The most responsible thing you can do is protect yourself from both the disease and false information. Being prepared with facts and data instead of assumptions and fabrications will help inform how you can best prepare for COVID-19.

Here are some resources you can trust:

WHO provides daily updates surrounding COVID-19’s spread, infection rate, and general influence on our society. Their latest update given on March 3, 2020, details that there is a shortage of personal protective equipment for healthcare professionals. They also provide a very handy FAQ section, where you can learn more about how to protect yourself and your community. 

Every day Worldometer updates its website with the number of confirmed COVID-19 cases in each country that has been affected. Worldometer has been rated one of the best free reference websites by the American Library Association, and for good reason: it lists every single one of its regular sources here, and lists the source of every COVID-19 update at the bottom of the COVID-19 page. 

Your local health department will often have the most up-to-date information specific to your immediate area, including how to proceed if you believe you may be showing symptoms of the virus. If you live in the United States, you can find the contact information for your health department by visiting the National Association of County and City Health Officials (NACCHO).

There’s another thing about this news that a lot of places are not talking about: the toll on one’s mental health, especially if you are someone who struggles with anxiety. If you find your concerns about being prepared are crossing a line that affects your mental health, please consider reaching out to a loved one who can guide you to help, a mental health professional, or an organization set up to help those in need.

Here are a couple of organizations you can trust:

Crisis Text Line is free, 24/7 support. Just text 741741 from anywhere in the United States. The Crisis Text Line will connect you with a trained Crisis Counselor. 

National Alliance on Mental Health (@namiorg) offers free support and resources for those who are struggling. NAMI can be reached Monday through Friday, 10 am - 6 pm EST at 1-800-950-NAMI (6264) or by email at [email protected].

Take care of yourselves, Tumblr. Wash your hands well, practice keeping a safe distance from others, only wear a mask if you believe you are sick with COVID-19 symptoms and could infect others (or are immunocompromised yourself), and remember to fact check everything that you see. Head on over to @world-wide-what for a refresher on what fake news looks like and how it spreads. Pass those tips onto others when you see them accidentally spreading false information. 

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You’ll find a community that has your back on The Mighty, no matter what health situation you’re going through. We talk about what health is

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If You Love Someone With Anxiety and Depression, Please Tell Them This

"You will likely need to do this time and time again, but it will mean the world to them."

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How Growing Up Without a Sense of Identity Affects My Mental Health

"All you have is that strange reflection in the mirror of a person you don’t know."

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Doodleee dooo lunch time doodles

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Today’s doodle, unfinished but a good start

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Today’s lunchtime doodle

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Today’s doodles

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I'm tired of fighting for every moment of happiness or through all the moments of misery.

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I feel like an orphan again.

I just am deeply hurt and sad due to my adopted mothers inability to love me to the point of me removing myself and my two children from the family. I kinda need to vent, I apologize in advance because it’s gonna be a novel...

Growing up I was never treated the same as my brothers, all older, all biologically my mother and fathers. My mother wanted a daughter so badly, which is when I came into the picture. I had different rules, more strict, I wasn’t allowed to do things like stay up and watch/finish family movies on holidays. I remember sitting on the stairs hiding where I could see the rest of my family together and try to see the movie. I wasn’t allowed certain foods because my mother insisted they affected my behavior, though when away from her at camps or with my favorite uncle and aunt I would consume such foods and be fine. That same uncle and aunt would speak out against my mothers treatment of me, I’m not sure if it was ever directly to my parents. But they would tell me they saw it and i wasn’t deserving of it, I deeply love them and appreciate them for treating me with kindness and love and I think it drove my mother crazy how much I loved them, and when I was 12 my parents stopped talking to that side of the family. I personally think in part because of that. Since becoming an adult I had my mothers own cousins and aunts tell me they didn’t think she ever treated me fairly. Her justification was it was because of me, my behavior, I had to be treated differently. Once she told me when I was an infant (they got me Dec 26, 1985 when I was 3.5 months old) I wouldn’t look at her but I would look at everyone else, and she held it against me and resented me for it. When I was 7 I began what I could only describe as an illustrious run of therapy, talk, behavioral, cognitive with wires glued to my head, medication after medication, a natural specialist who would “prescribe” me about 6-10 supplements in the morning and 6-10 at night. My entire life was me being a bad investment. In my long email to my parents imploring for her to treat me and my children with more respect a portion of what I wrote:

“Lastly, I don’t want this, I never did. That being said. Without an apology and without a commitment to better treatment of myself and my children we will remain apart from the family for any future occasions or holidays. I understand all the hours and days and weeks and years you have invested in me. This is what I feel like and always have is a failed investment. I’m supposed to grovel for all of the help and support given to me, because I was always the problem child, the broken one. I understand the stress, I understand the ferocity of your advocacy for my health and wellbeing. It is not lost on me. It can’t be, I’m never to forget how grateful I am to be to you, for doing your job. One you signed up for, willingly able body able minds to be my parents. It just seems like you spent so much time fighting for me that you don’t seem to even come close to knowing me. You don’t know what I’m capable of, you don’t know how smart I am, you don’t know anything about me. Because the way you treat me is like an invalid. I will not allow my children to feel this from you. I will not accept this any longer. I am not a child. I will not be treated like one, and poorly I might add. You fought and fought not even understanding what I needed. I needed respect and fair treatment, someone I felt I could talk to, someone who I needed to explained why. I needed things to make sense. My entire childhood I didn’t understand why. I just needed things to make sense. That’s what I remember from growing up. Alone. Confused. Unheard. Unwanted. I at 33 years of age finally feel like I am able to start to embrace who I am someone I’ve been deeply ashamed of my entire life. And one of those root causes of me feeling that way was how I was made to feel about myself. I lose my temper at the kids often. I yell. I swear. I ground them. But at the end of every single adult tantrum I have toward them I ask if they understand why I lost my temper. I have conversations with them about how their behavior will eventually be habit and eventually be who they are. I explain I care so so much about how they turn out, I get upset I get worried and I lose my temper. I apologize to them for yelling and we say we love each other we give hugs and kisses. My children do not want for any of the answers to all of their whys. Because I couldn’t ever live with myself if I let them go to bed one single night feeling how I did the majority of my life. I refuse to treat them like they are stupid. I treat them with all of the respect I didn’t get and still don’t. I by no means am saying you were terrible parents. As I stated, I’m well aware of everything you’ve done for me. But with no respect toward me, it sure is incredibly difficult to feel grateful.

Please consider what I’ve brought to the table. Consider the consequences I’m willing for all of us to suffer. Something needs to change and it’s not me and it’s not my children. You’ve taught me well by example when family doesn’t treat you right, it’s completely acceptable to abandon family. Just like you did December 27th to me.

Let me know which route you’d like to proceed with. I genuinely hope it’s not the one that my kids and I lose our family. But my first priority will be and always will be protecting them and myself.”

(Back story my mother was supposed to watch my kids on winter vacation so I could go to work. She offered I accepted. She did a few things immediately bulldozing her way into my home and upset my son and my children were going to my ex’s and he got an extra day bc of New Years so I wouldn’t see them til Tuesday the 1st, I didn’t find it acceptable that because she didn’t care if she upset my kids, that my last minutes with them would be with my eldest upset. I told her she can’t do that, and she left calling me abusive. This is a newly acquired position and not one I’m willing to risk because she’s a petty narcissist.)

Her reply stated I’ve said things like this before and she doesn’t want messages like the one I emailed again, and proceeded to then completely disregard any and all things I addressed. My reply to that was I see you’ve made your choice, that it broke my heart and to not expect to see me or my children at any future family functions.

It sucks. It sucks that I have this family I don’t know, it sucks I was put in a home that didn’t accept me, that didn’t treat me the same level of kindness as the other members, that I was made to feel broken and like I couldn’t ever succeed at anything, I felt unwanted, alone, and from a very young age so deeply sad I would sob myself to sleep asking God why I had to live, why He put me in such a hard life. It all sucks. I feel as though I have been robbed of two families. I feel alone in the world. And I feel like no one could understand. A lifetime of pain at the hands of those who should love me and protect me from what they caused me. But today I said no more. And I feel like an orphan again.

It just sucks.