#solidarity yo

[gins-potter]

Buddies be thinking worried!buck in the trailer is trying to get to Eddie. Bucktaylor’s be thinking worried!buck in the trailer is trying to get to Taylor.

All of us be putting on our clown makeup when it turns out worried!buck is just trying to save a trapped victim or something 🤡

[ocswithasideofangst]

@ferrasspace 😔✊ bad people solidarity

[oversharingfishgirl]

July 4th delivery food means 40% tips, because kudos to workers and fuck the service industry

[skulandcrossbones]

the crowd of the first showing of ghostbusters in my cinema is 98% female :’)

[xcrownling]

honey whiskey is the best thing.

[moadeep]

So Herself posted a blog entry http://thebloggess.com/2015/05/wouldnt-it-be-awesome-to-just-be-aware-of-mental-health-one-month-a-year/ and I commented on it. And it turned out way fucking longer than I’d intended and gave me feelings of the non fluffy variety. So I figured...maybe I should share it here, in case you’re not reading Herself’s blog or in case you’re not a person who reads ALL the comments. Et voila.

How has mental illness affected me personally? Well, I started hurting myself in second grade. I wasn’t a victim of child abuse, though I was definitely affected by parental neglect at times (mostly during the period my mom struggled with depression). I’ve never been suicidal, but it’s sometimes hard to get mental health professionals to believe me. I haven’t hurt myself in…months. Couldn’t tell you how many precisely, but probably close to a year. I was diagnosed with General Anxiety Disorder, Panic Disorder, Social Phobia (I call it social claustrophobia, it makes people understand better), and Major Depressive Disorder. Sometimes my brain thinks zombies are out to get me. Even without my current physical health problems, it’s often difficult to leave the house. I have to get up super early so I can gird my loins and gather the strength to open the front door. Without outside stuff like school and needing food, I could easily and comfortably NEVER leave my apartment and be very happy (if lonely(and if it weren’t for the self-loathing that would inevitably occur)). And new acquaintances never want to believe that I have a mental illness. I’m very open about it, because I don’t want to waste my time and caring on people who can’t handle it. They will tell me “No, you don’t!” and I tell them, “Yes, I do.” If they try to argue with me (as they sometimes do), I cut them off and tell them, “Thanks, but I’ll trust my own self-knowledge and a doctor who spent a shit-ton of time and money on school to be able to diagnose this shit.” And if they still continue to argue (as sometimes happens) I’ve been known to lose my temper. Shocking. Sometimes it means that someone who was totally fine with me is suddenly scared of me. Even without the losing the temper bit. What did I learn that might help others? I learned that I’m not the only one. I learned that being incredibly (I’ve been told that “overly” would be a good word) open about the fact that I am mentally ill makes it easier to find my tribe. Even if it’s not mentioned at the outset, I’ve learned that we weirdos flock together. We’re attractive magnets ;). I’ve learned that however much it might feel that the dark me is too much, that people don’t want to hear my shit, that I’m driving people away, that I should just shut up, that I’m not worth anyone’s time…I’ve learned that however much it might FEEL like that, I’m still valued. I’ve learned that my family loves me no matter what. That even though I’m queer and that that is incredibly against my mom’s beliefs, she will NEVER turn her back on me. I’ve learned that my friends aren’t just there to be supported by me, but that they will in turn be there for me. I’ve learned that however low and worthless I feel, there are some amazing people who will shout my bad thoughts down and tell me how awesome I am. I’ve learned that silliness is its own reward. I’ve learned that it’s okay to let myself sink in to fluffy books or movies or tv and just be a fangirl for a bit and escape. Most importantly, I’ve learned that I matter. But how does that help someone else? Because they matter too. You matter too. Because you might even know me in another sphere. If not, you can always find me, or other Lawsbians. We’ll shower you with unicorns and monkey dust and silliness and love. We’ll remind you that YOU matter. And you know what? You can remind someone else that they matter. It’s a giant circle of help. I don’t know that we pay it forward, because it always cycles back. But you can find us, and we can support each other. Deal? And here’s my feel better playlist if anyone needs it. https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL201B9B95CAC850E4

[rikudera]

kisswitch replied to your post: “kisswitch replied to your post: “kisswitch replied to your post:...”:

GREEN DAY EMOTIONS. Theyve got me through some rough times too. When i come around is like that for me. But the whole american idiot album was my 15 and in a bad place escapism method.

GOD YES that who album. i was like, literally going through a lot of very weird things at that point in my life? And i suppose everybody thinks the weirdest things happened to them at 15, but it is just a very weird and surreal and DIFFICULT age. and green day helps when your life is weird and strange and you are fifteen. i wish mercy on anybody who is fifteen godspeed.

[napacabbages]

I just got back from the fault in our stars and it was beautiful and I cried along with everyone else in the theater