it broke my heart to read this post is by journalist yousef (ph_youseeff). he’s a cancer patient and he has been trying to evacuate for a very long time now to continue his treatment. his health condition has been deteriorating in light of the lack of hospitals health care.

PLEASE DONATE TO HIS FUNDRAISER IF YOU CAN

and please share this around. he’s 60% through his goal. help him reach it.

Unpopular opinion but artists shouldn't feel socially obligated to improve

The person I reblogged this from deserves all the good things.

you‘re fucked up. and you’re tired. you are so, so tired.

so you write

you write them broken, you write them human, you write them spitting blood out of bruised lips, sneering and crying.

you write them desperate, you write them lonely in their bathroom, eyes red. you write them with broken mirrors and you write them angry.

you write them like they could be loved, like they are on the edge of being loved, like they could just be loved if they were only to try harder, to be enough.

you write them hated, and hating themselves, you write them ashamed and begging to God, you write them ears ringing. you write them panicked and aching, and yearning and empty.

you write them hungry, you write them with cracked lips.

you write them and you pretend that it’s not you in the pages.

you write them and pray to God yourself, that you’re not being written too.

you write them.

you’re so tired.

you keep writing them.

anyways can we start recognizing adhd as an actual and serious disorder that

ADHD is:

None of this is because people with ADHD as a group are, like, bad or lazy or evil or irresponsible or don’t care. People with ADHD are just people, and exist on the same range of good, bad, and in-between that all people do. However, the parts of our brains that are meant to help us regulate our emotions, plan for the future, remember to do important things, and not act on every impulse that crosses our minds just don’t work properly. A lot of us might lean in to an airhead, spacy artistic type, class clown, or similar persona to mask our deep shame over not being able to “just” do all these basic things that other people seem to do with no trouble at all. 

Additionally, even accessing ADHD treatment can be extremely challenging, because stimulant medications are controlled substances and there are so many false and damaging perceptions about the condition and medications out there. And even when you have a well-established diagnosis and are well controlled on a medication you’ve taken for years, you are never far away from potential disruptions to your treatment. I personally am a white professional with good health insurance and was able to get diagnosed and medication prescribed - which in itself is often really difficult - but even from that position of privilege I have experienced multiple gaps in my treatment for reasons like:

Again, this is a LEGAL medication that I am LEGALLY prescribed by my supportive doctor with consultation from my supportive psychologist, for my actual disabling medical condition, and which all parties involved agree is extremely effective in helping me manage said condition. I’m in about the best situation you can be in short of being a millionaire who doesn’t have to worry about things like preapprovals or copays or taking sick time from work. 

I’ve also heard from others who have had to change doctors due to moving, job or insurance changes, etc., only to get issues like:

ADHD is a treatable and manageable condition, but it isn’t a joke, it isn’t “made up,” we aren’t “all a little ADHD these days anyway”. It’s a complex and wide-ranging condition that can impact nearly every part of your life in serious and possibly very damaging ways.

Hold on I need to schedule an appointment

OP you could’ve gone to my house and punched me in the face

Wait, sleep disorders, too?!

There’s a reason the joke goes “five out of 100 people have ADHD. One’s diagnosed, one’s getting by, one’s depressed, one’s an addict and one’s in jail”.

Seriously though, I quit binge drinking cold the week that I got properly medicated for ADHD. If you have substance use issues, gambling (including loot boxes etc), or other significant behavioural addictions, and you recognise the things described here as problems in your life, for the love of god please go get tested. Even just take a look at the Brown Adult ADD Self-Report Scale and see if it reads like a callout post.

Natsume Yuujinchou Go: Touko and Shigeru 

Okay so I didn't want to hijack that last post BUT I remember rereading the "A place to belong" chapters (30-31 I think?) like a year back and suddenly having it click that the whole thing was a big suicide allegory so I'm going to talk about that.

Honestly, it's probably cause I was like 11 when I first started reading these books but it seems so obvious now that I don't know why it didn't click to me until a fairly recent reread.

So yeah content warnings for suicide and related mental health stuff.

So the yokai in that chapter is just. A stand in for suicidal ideation, right?

The whole premise of the chapter/episode is that a yokai from Natsume's past has reappeared at his current home with the fujiwaras--a yokai who says they like lonely and sad people--likes to watch them suffer.

This yokai says they've come to take Natsume away and stay with him forever.

They try to tempt him, saying things like "Aren't you lonely? Don't you want to come with me?"

And this yokai stalks him since they first meet, trying to convince Natsume to come away with them and reminding him of how poorly humans treat him and how bad his life is. even asking Natsume why it is that nobody loves him until Natsume snaps and yells that he's the problem, that it's him who is wrong and strange and others are right for not wanting him. and even then the only reason Natsume can think not to go is that it will cause problems for the people he's staying with. That it would damage their reputation or get them in trouble if he just disappeared.

It's very easy to see this as that sort of internal struggle of suffering through so many hardships, and not seeing the point or the worth of yourself when it feels like the biggest problem in your life is you. And the yokai coerces, but doesn't try and steal Natsume away with force. They are actively trying to convince him to agree--push him so far into his sadness that he has no will to fight it. And the only reason Natsume can find not to go is the trouble it would cause the people in his life. Which. Uh. Is not an uncommon thought process tied to suicidal ideation at all.

whats more, when the yokai gives him a day to figure out a way to leave or they will eat the people he's living with, Natsume's exact thoughts in the manga are "what kind of note can i leave behind...? How can I dissapear without hurting anyone?"

And to be honest that's just so on the nose I don't need to say anything about it.

He's resigned to go, so long as he can minimise the impact on others.

But then he finds out that the fujiwaras came again, like they had a little while ago before this situation arose. They are the first people to express a want to have him rather than a reluctant obligation. and he realises how badly he wants to go live with them.

So he fights for himself. To stay and be with the fujiwaras. at the end of the flashback, Nyanko tells the stalker yokai that natsume is his now and banishes it. and when Natsume wakes up, he says that the yokai is wrong, that now he does have a place to go home to.

The Fujiwaras and their support and love for him is the reason Natsume was able to fight off this force trying to convince him to disappear from the world forever. Now that he's got people on his side it's so much easier.

Not to mention that in the scene at the end of the flashback when Natsume is in the hospital after falling off the cliff, the conversation definitely reads like they all believe it was some sort of suicide attempt, even if they aren't going to say it in as many words. And given everything, it would make sense if it had been.

The whole series already feels like a metaphor for mental illness to me but these chapters really do make it crystal clear and honestly I've not stopped thinking about them since.

Did I do it?

no i don’t know what i wanna be when i grow up. yes im 22. wasn’t it just 2010 yesterday. why is time moving so fast. Februarys already almost over and i never learned how to do a summersault as a kid. i feel like im 15 and 25 at the same time. i just want to be someone and do great things. I’ll never feel as free as i did as a child. im tired and i miss my blue nintendo dsi.

my bad for assuming everyone has critical thinking skills btw

Finding out the truth dialogue

Hope you like them!

- Jana

Did I do it?

i just love men who love cats, problematic or not.

:’)