Going home on Sunday. I’m excited about it. The things I’ve missed most (physical things, not people - there’s too many of them to list) are my desk - I cannot wait to sit in my chair, and just get to studying, and my bed because it’s my happy place.
Rules: In a text post, list ten books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. Tag ten friends, including me, so I’ll see your list. Make sure you let your friends know you’ve tagged them.
Tagged by eatstarchmom
1. Matilda - Roald Dahl
2. The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien
3. The Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner - James Hogg
4. The Five People You Meet in Heaven - Mitch Albom
5. The Dispossessed - Ursula Le Guin
6. Life of Pi - Yann Martel
7. Through a Glass, Darkly - Jostein Gaarder
8. Harry Potter Series - JK Rowling
9. Frankenstein - Mary Shelley
10. Trumpet - Jackie Kay Tagging: eenybeeny en-fait amoebagrrrl fixednerves bridetoamazement
Talk to the parts of the person that aren’t being eaten by the depression. Make it as easy as possible to make and keep plans, if you have the emotional resources to be the initiator and to meet your friends a little more than halfway. If the person turns down a bunch of invitations in a row because (presumably) they don’t have the energy to be social, respect their autonomy by giving it a month or two and then try again. Keep the invitations simple; “Any chance we could have breakfast Saturday?” > “ARE YOU AVOIDING ME BECAUSE YOU’RE DEPRESSED OR BECAUSE YOU HATE ME I AM ONLY TRYING TO HELP YOU.” “I miss you and I want to see you” > “I’m worried about you.” A depressed person is going to have a shame spiral about how their shame is making them avoid you and how that’s giving them more shame, which is making them avoid you no matter what you do. No need for you to call attention to it. Just keep asking. “I want to see you” “Let’s do this thing.” “If you are feeling low, I understand, and I don’t want to impose on you, but I miss your face. Please come have coffee with me.” “Apology accepted. ApologIES accepted. So. Gelato and Outlander?”
P.S. A lot of people with depression and other mental illnesses have trouble making decisions or choosing from a bunch of different options. “Wanna get dinner at that pizza place on Tuesday night?” is a LOT easier to answer than “So wanna hang out sometime? What do you want to do?”
When I’m at my worst, just being invited to drive with you while you run errands is often enough to keep me from doing a complete downward spiral, but please don’t guilt people for not being able to hang out… It’s the worst feeling of shame for having depression in the first place on top of worrying that you will lose those you love for being a shitty friend.
political-gravitas is good at this. when i was having a rough time in college, a lot of times he would just let me sit in his apartment or meet him somewhere just to have some company. it really helped.
After I saw him in The Cripple of Inishmaan, I anxiously waited to meet Daniel Radcliffe at the stage door so I could get this card signed. Because I was toward the back of the crowd, I didn’t think Daniel would even notice the card, but I was very wrong. As soon as he caught sight of the card, Daniel started laughing. He then took the card and explained how he had wanted to sign one of the cards ever since he had found out about it and signed it with my Sharpie. Then he THANKED me for bringing it and took my phone and took a selfie with me. Needless to say, I was very happy.
I wish this had an image credit. I’m always so excited when I see fat dancers.
A dancer’s body is a body that dances.
If I’d seen this when I was younger maybe I would not have stopped dancing because I got fat.
I was training professionally in ballet, tap, jazz and contemporary. I trained for 20+ hours a week on top of school. I stopped when I was 16 because I got sick, had to take steroids and subsequently gained a lot of weight. I was made to feel like I had to stop. I regret it to this day, even though I know it wasn’t really my choice. I loved dancing. I loved how I felt when I danced. I’ll never do it again because of the horrendous feelings of self-hatred and insecurity that are wrapped up with it and I hate the people that made it that way.
Images like this are important. I hope at least one person who feels like they shouldn’t be dancing because they are fat sees this and realises they can be just as graceful and talented as any of their skinny counterparts.
I have a weird pain in my chest when I take a deep breath. I;m not worried about it, I’ve had it before, but it’s really fecking annoying.