Last night I had a dream that I was running from zombies through Harry Potter World. I was handily dressed in footie pajamas, wizard robes, a Hufflepuff scarf and a long pink wig.
Make of that what you will.
What did you eat before bed?
Space Tourism Posters
These are awesome and I want all of them
Apple Just Took an Incredibly Bold Stance Against — Of All Things — The FBI
Apple Just Took an Incredibly Bold Stance Against — Of All Things — The FBI
“This demand would undermine the very freedoms and liberty our government is meant to protect.”
Am I the only person getting annoyed by Tony constantly hitting on Natasha even though she’s clearly not interested in Avenger’s Academy?
Based on the dragon post. How about something where Tony has a tiny horde of little pet dragons. His friends are used to them. The other avengers are not.
Tiny Hoard
“Honey, no, get out of there…” Tony hefted the little red by her belly, pulling her out of the jam jar and scrambling to get his other hand around her shoulders before she eeled right back in there.
“Steve, get the lid on that, please? I have to go put Jessie in the fire.” He made a kissy face at the dragon, and she craned her head up to lick his face. He stayed just out of reach with an indulgent grin.
“Uh, sure. Sorry for leaving it out, I had no idea,” Steve replied, already putting the lid on his jelly. “I hope it doesn’t make her sick.”
Tony held Jessie away from his body when she wriggled around to start cleaning her jaw against his clothes. “No, no, she’ll be fine. She’ll have more fire than is good for me for a while, but she’ll have a great time.”
He headed towards the fire pit in the living room, Steve trailing after him with his plate of toast. “J, turn the gas on, please.”
The fire belched to life, flames billowing out from between the ceramic gravel and Jessie peeped and squeaked to be let go. Tony tossed her up in the air and she b-lined for the flames, little wings slicing the air for extra speed. She still found the time for an elaborate loop in the thermal current, then dove ignobly into the burning gravel. The jelly caught fire immediately, and she rubbed the sticky flames off on the pebbles, giving off a thick smell of caramelizing sugar.
Utterly charming Crazy
CatDragon Lady Tony Stark. 😀 I love the little dragony worldbuilding hints going on here.
I was just wondering, how did you feel when your doctor suggested going on anti-depressants? My therapist of several months suggested it to me today and while logically I know it’s probably a good idea, I can’t help but feel like I’m broken, you know? Like, I’m worse than I thought I was. Did you feel like this or know anyone who felt something similar?
First of all, Depression Lies. It tells you that you’re weak and unworthy and terrible and that you’re never going to be able to get out from under it.
Depression lies like that because it wants to protect itself and keep on controlling your life.
Depression is a dick, and I want to encourage you to listen to your therapist and let him or her help you.
Now I want you to imagine that you have a fever, and your whole body hurts, and you’ve been coughing up all sorts of awful gunk for days. You’re miserable, so you go to the doctor.
The doctor says, “oh, you have this terrible infection in your body, so I’m going to give you some medicine to help your body get better, and some other medicine to help you not suffer while your body works on that.”
Imagine that you then say, “I don’t want to do that, because I feel sort of broken if I take those medications. I feel like I’m weak or something, and if I take those medications that you know will help me feel better, I’m admitting that my body needs some help so I can stop suffering. I think I’ll keep on suffering and hope it gets better.”
Or you go to your doctor because you’ve been feeling crummy and she runs some tests and she says, “Well, it turns out that you have diabetes, but you’re in luck! You can take some medicine, and it’ll treat it. You’ll probably have to take it for a long time, maybe even your whole life, but you’ll get well and feel better!”
Do you say, “No, I think I’ll just deal with it,” and continue suffering?
Of course not! You would treat any illness with medication if you could, and you’d put a cast on a broken leg and walk with crutches if you needed to, because walking on a broken leg really really really hurts, and you don’t need to suffer through that pain!
Mental illness is exactly the same as a physical illness. Your body has something that’s out of whack – in our case, it’s how our brains handle neurochemicals and stuff – and there’s medication that can help us help ourselves feel better.
You’re not broken, and you’re not weak, and if you’re now thinking that you’re worse than you thought you were? Well, that’s really awesome, because it means that you recognize that your brain needs some help to get healthy, and your doctor is there to help you do that.
It takes courage to take the chance on medication, and the first one you try may not work, because brains are all different and incredibly complicated, but something will work, and you will feel better, and you will be so glad that you took the step to take care of yourself.
Please check in with me in a month or so, and let me know how you’re doing.
