#soft resilience

[sophisticated-dorkk]

"I’m just open to possibility… that whatever happens—even the bad stuff—can lead to better things…"

[liyaklynn]

soup as praxis.

she was dancing on the edge of disaster and still making soup.

Liya K. Lynn

[marginsandmargins]

I deserve to be well.

I deserve to take care of myself.

I deserve to eat, to nourish, to listen to my body.

I deserve a living space that supports my mental health.

I deserve access to medical care and pharmaceuticals that support me.

I deserve to feel better.

I deserve to connect, to communicate, to feel.

I deserve to feel better.

Even when I’m tired.

Even when I’m burnt out.

Even when I’m behind.

Even when healing feels like it takes three steps backwards.

Even when my nervous system is fried.

Even when I disappear inside exhaustion.

I deserve to be well.

I deserve to be well.

I deserve to be well.

It’s up to me to give myself what I deserve.

And I deserve to be well.

[eighthfloorhush]

✨️ same sidewalk ✨️

Today I met the version of myself who never got hurt.

I saw her briefly on my way to work.

She didn’t have fractured fingertips,

no pale lines on her arms,

no scars on her face.

She was dressed a little nicer.

Her purse matched her shoes.

And I thought—

damn.

I wish I could be that girl.

But then I started thinking.

About the difference between me and her.

About how every loss, every failed attempt,

led directly to my wins.

We were still on the same sidewalk.

Same job.

Same money.

Same boss.

She wasn’t winning.

I hadn’t lost—

she just never had to cross the frozen rivers I did.

And in that moment,

I felt proud of who I am.

Proud of everything I have.

Because in spite of everything,

I almost didn’t.

I realized something then:

you will never feel the full gravity of your own pain,

because you’ll never meet the version of yourself

who didn’t have it.

You’ll never fully understand

how impressive your survival was,

because you’ll never meet the version of yourself

who never had to survive at all.

Today,

I met her on my way to work.

And only then

did I appreciate my hurt.

✨️

by-

jm

"inspired by others"

❄️

[bookofkyle]

This is just shameless bragging:

I’m incredibly grateful for everyone who reached out and wished me happy birthday! I’ve been working on building my social support system and I’m grateful for every single person that has shown up for me this year. From the bottom of heart: thank you ♥️

As any other working class man can say: I spend the majority of my waking hours in employment. I’m incredibly blessed with the team i’m a part of, and the continued support I get from leadership. I love the community of people i get to collaborate with, and the types of people the behavioral health industry attracts here. There’s a profound effect on your quality of life you receive from your working environment, and I really lucked out.

[lowspoonloving]

Steps In Silence

one lingers at my side,

a quiet heaviness,

settling in my ribs

like it has always belonged there.

it whispers of rest,

of giving in,

of how simple it would be

to stop.

another follows close,

not loud, not urgent—

just steady.

like the hush of breath in winter air,

like a hand brushing mine

when i think i am alone.

it does not push,

it does not demand.

it simply reminds me

that moving is still possible.

together they keep me company—

the weight and the whisper.

and though i carry both,

somehow my feet keep finding earth

beneath them.

sometimes it feels endless,

this slow walk through shadow.

but every so often,

a sliver of light spills across the path—

small, almost easy to miss,

yet enough to catch in my hands

and keep for another day.