#but you don’t understand how significant it issss #STILES CHOSE TO STAY AND HELP DEREK #NOBODY DOES THAT #AND HE’S DISAPPOINTED AND UPSET#BUT HE STILL DOES IT #AND DEREK IS SO SURPRISED #BECAUSE NO ONE HELPS HIM WILLINGLY #HE HAS TO RESORT TO VIOLENCE #STILES IS A TOTAL SURPRISE TO HIM #EVERY TIME (via halesparkles)
And in s3ep1 he stops even trying to get help via violence— He stops even trying to get help. (because he thinks it’s not like he has a right to ask)
argh.
(Source: fucklinski)
It’s interesting how people treat mental illness as this sort of separate entity to you. This thing you need to defeat, as if it were something that has it’s own will and agenda, like a bacteria that has infected you. I wonder if that is where some of the hatred of your own mind comes from, you imagine your illness as something foreign that has no business being inside you, an enemy.
When you go to therapy they tell you you need to change your way of thinking, redirect and dissect thoughts that causes you to act or feel a certain way. It’s a little shocking to have someone tell you that no, it’s not like an infection, that your illness is a part of you. It will never go away. You will have times, hopefully years and years, when you can manage it, but it will never be truly gone. I feel like one of the first reactions when someone tells you this is defensiveness. If it’s a part of me, why should I change it? My brain does all these things for me automatically, like breathing, and loving, who are you to tell me this isn’t it’s way of protecting me? It’s hard to accept that your mind is doing something that is destructive, when all your life you’ve trusted it. Especially when so much of mental illness is subconscious, you aren’t even aware when you are rationalizing these thoughts that lead to you act the way you do.
Mental illness illness is difficult to deal with because you lose trust in yourself. You don’t understand why you can’t just take medication to fix your brain. You are too tired and too angry with yourself to help yourself. It takes a long time to change a part of you, and everyone is so impatient. It’s a big burden knowing you are the one standing in the way of yourself.
“I feel like one of the first reactions when someone tells you this is defensiveness. If it’s a part of me, why should I change it? My brain does all these things for me automatically, like breathing, and loving, who are you to tell me this isn’t it’s way of protecting me?”
…hm, to be honest I think this was some of the same reactions I had when I was confronting my own prejudices.
Yes. Yes. Yes. It took me so long to stop hating my brain for being my brain and just accept that this is the way I am. In some ways, it was easier to accept the ADD diagnosis than the depression, not just because it came later on, when I was already working on helping myself, but because the diagnosis came with a clearer method of handling the disorder.
With the ADD, I had to create a schedule, keep myself busy, strategize. I didn’t have to change how I thought, per se, I just had to figure out how to tweak it to my own benefit. And that was difficult, yes, but not as hard—at least for me—as learning to accept that my life is worth living. That as incredibly broken and fucked-up and awful as I felt, I wasn’t beyond helping and surviving.
How can you teach someone how to do that? How can you get someone to believe that when they’ve already convinced themselves that it wouldn’t matter if they were gone? And they keep convincing themselves over and over again, and they keep rationalizing, and they counter every argument thrown at them. Because it already feels like the pills are the only thing keeping them together (or aren’t), and pills are bad, so why keep going?
And it took so long to realize that pills are okay, that being medicated is not the end of the world, but it’s important not to place too much importance on them in your life. You can’t depend on them. You can depend on yourself, and sometimes even the people around you.
You can turn your “illness”, your disorder, into something different. Yes, I still get depressed, but I also write fucking beautiful things if I push past the sadness and the anger. Yes, I have an attention deficit, but I’m also ridiculously efficient if you give me four different things to work on at once, and don’t mind that I hop from one task to another.
My disorders are me. I can control how they impact my life. It’s hard, so fucking hard, because people don’t understand and I’m still a work in progress and some days I want to give up again, but I’ve come this far and changed this much and I will make it worth it.
sherlock has completely fucked over my expectations of tv shows.
like, OF COURSE supernatural will be on tomorrow. OF COURSE teen wolf is starting filming. this is what normal television shows are like.
intellectually, i understand that these things are happening, but sherlock has made it so that I LEGIT CANNOT BELIEVE IT’S REAL.
i keep thinking, “TEEN WOLF IS FILMING???? AND I DON’T HAVE TO WAIT YEARS FOR THE NEXT SUPERNATURAL EPISODE????? BUT??? HOW?????? I DON’T UNDERSTAND????”
(Source: lostiel, via bakerstreetassassins)
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i’m concerned, cap
you’re looking a little strung out there
fixed it
(via geothebio)
raised-sherlock-from-perdition:
Do you really need to do this for your NORMAL servant, Arthur? REALLY??
No… unless he’s in love with said servant ;)
(via waywardism)
I will always reblog this for RDJ’s “Bitch, you did not just go there” face in the 4th GIF.
THEY ATE JAWN
THEY ATE JAWN
(Source: vitalyorlovs, via waywardism)
#Brittana don’t understand how you can sing in an autotuned voice without autotune
Also, Santana is still distracted by the bow ties, and she cannot understand how Cooper’s fashion sense isn’t genetic.
#I used to blame Blaine’s dress sense on Dalton #but nooo #it’s all him
(Source: riddlemetom, via todaythesamesky)
