help I’m having emotions about a cartoon antidepressant trying to be useful
DID YOU GUYS SERIOUSLY GIF AN ABILIFY COMMERCIAL
yes but look at it, it cares about her and just wants to help her be able to function. It’s like “I know you’re sad. here, I’ll help you.”
LIKE OKAY THOUGH can I explain why this is exceedingly brilliant?? Because when anti-depressants work right, that’s what they DO. They don’t make you happy or emotionless or unhealthy in any way, they make you FUNCTIONAL. They make it so that a depressed person who can barely get out of bed can start to support themselves again and more importantly, start to THINK for themselves again without the permeating presence of depression.
Depression is a cyclical disease, that tells you to think a certain way, and, because you’re depressed, you generally believe it, and then things get worse and worse. The ONLY thing anti-depressants do is to STOP that cycle in its tracks!! Which is something to be ecstatic about and celebrated, even if you don’t realize it at the time, because when you’re depressed, getting out of bed is climbing Mount Everest. Antidepressants help stop that cycle so that one day soon, getting out of bed can JUST be getting out of bed. They don’t even expedite the recovery process in most cases, they just make recovery POSSIBLE IN THE FIRST PLACE. So this little guy is portrayed with a fuckton more accuracy than I ever expected from a commercial.
It’s back and adorable
on a side note, I really dig the art style here
Month: January 2015

WHO COULD HAVE GUESSED THAT STRESSING OUT A GROUP OF MENTALLY ILL PEOPLE, MAKING THEM JUMP THROUGH A LOAD OF HOOPS TO GET THE BASIC MINIMUM OF SUPPORT, AND THREATEN TO STOP THEIR BENEFITS AND THEREFORE STARVE THEM – IS BAD FOR THEIR MENTAL HEALTH?!
“According to Mind, 83% of people they surveyed said using the programme and the government’s job centre services had made their mental health worse.
Three quarters of those polled said they felt less able to work as a result of being on these schemes, the charity said.
At the same time, the schemes were ineffective for people with mental health problems, as only 5% of people had been helped into work, campaigners claimed.”
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Yeah, that kind of thing is stupid and never works well. Threatening people doesn’t help them get better.
This seems really awesome. 😀 Funny, informative, and, from what I’ve learned, pretty on the money.
Can this please just be mandatory viewing material for people? This is really basic shit.
(OMG THE DOOR THING. THE DOOR THING.)
We tend to think of Sigyn holding the bowl in a continual state of love. That is a simplistic view and it diminishes Her image. Her unyielding gentleness, Her invincible strength, comes from this: That She holds the bowl when She loves Loki and when She is angry at him, and when She is too weary for love or anger or any other emotions. She holds the bowl when She knows why She is holding it and She holds the bowl when pain erases all memory of why She is holding it. She is as unwavering as the North Star.
It’s beautiful. Life is beautiful. Life is challenging and throws many fucking obstacles at you, but it is beautiful. Never forget that.
It’s important to normalize mental illness. It’s important to normalize asking for help with depression or sadness or mental illness or just feeling overwhelmed. It’s important to TALK about these issues without stigma or shame. Doing what you need to do in order to take care of yourself is important because YOU are important.
Thank you for helping the conversation, Tyler Posey.
If Loki is a perpetually moving force, Sigyn is the immovable object. Where He flits to and fro, She stands still. Where His loyalties shift like the seasons, She is steadfast — standing by Her husband and Her children both. How could They not love one another? – Ljot Lokadis
Dear person reading this,
You made it through another year. You made it through the hard times and pain. You made it through all the times when you all you wanted to do was give up. You made it. You made it another year and I promise you can make it another year. I am SO proud of you.
I needed this.
I needed it too.
She sits on a rock while a cold wind blows her knotted hair
and the tattered, filthy remnants of her once lovely gown.
Before she was the fairest of all the Ásynjur;
now hardly anyone would recognize her for the lines of sorrow
and ache that etch her pale face like cracks in stone,
like threads of a spider’s web.
Before there was feasting and song and gay laughter
while her flame-haired husband poked fun at the gods
and said the things they most needed but least wanted to hear
— now all she knows is the cup of bone she holds in her strong hands,
a cup carved from the skull of her son Nari.
She hasn’t had time to mourn him properly,
he who was mauled by his brother, he whose heart was devoured by wolfish Váli,
he whose guts bind the son of Laufey beneath the venom-dripping serpent.
All she does is hold that heavy cup in place to relieve the agony of Loki
until it fills and spills over, burning his face.
Every time he wails it’s like a knife through her heart
but it’s unavoidable — the cup must be poured out
so that she can hold it over him and collect the deadly dew of of the wyrm of Skaði once more.
In his raging pain-fueled madness he curses her, blindly lashing out at what’s nearest.
His words strike like fists, wound where none can see
but she does not waver in her task, remains ever by his side,
his steadfast shield in time of greatest need.














