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The Book of Names lists each person murdered at Auschwitz
Reenactor throws a spear at a drone
Sudden wave of an immense love for humanity has hit me once again…
remember: the ‘holy’ white doves are just white rock doves, aka the common pigeon!
How do you tell a depressed friend or partner that you don’t have the mental resources to listen to them be depressed anymore, without coming across as a massive asshole?
My wife has major depressive disorder, generalized anxiety, and PTSD. She goes to therapy regularly and is medicated so most of the time she manages it well. But when other things in our life are difficult her mental health can take some serious downturns. Due to our relationship being more than just friends I’m obviously more invested in helping her than I would be with other people, but here are some things I have learned over the years. Things which have made our relationship very successful and mutually beneficial.
Ask the person what they need. Oftentimes when a person we care about is struggling we want to jump in and fix everything. That’s not always what the person needs. Maybe they just need to vent to someone without judgement. They might not want advice, because they know what they should be doing, but their condition is making that hard. Maybe they don’t want to talk at all and just need a hug or a shoulder rub (if you both are comfortable with physical contact). Or maybe they just want to sit with you and watch a movie, or go for a walk, and take their mind off of it. Giving advice that is never taken is draining and frustrating - but you can help them without doing that.
Tell them what you need. Just because you don’t have the same mental struggles doesn’t mean you can’t also have needs. Let’s say they came to you asking to vent, but you had a long day and are tired physically and emotionally. Tell them “I am not in a place to be able to carry that right now.” This is when you could offer to do something else for them, or tell them when you feel you’ll be better able to help. You could also tell them a time limit if you have some energy to give. Like “I would love to let you vent, but I need to set a limit of 15 minutes today. After that let’s agree to change the subject, or do another activity that we can both use to unwind.” This gives your person a clear view of your boundary and lets them still get support from you.
It’s okay to have lines that can’t be crossed. Adding to the boundaries I brought up in point 2, it’s perfectly okay to have limits on where your support ends. There may be topics that are triggering or uncomfortable for you and you are allowed to say talking about those is off-limits. You can also change those limits depending on what’s happening in your own life. Maybe they have a bad relationship with a parent, while your beloved parent is unwell. It’s not going to feel good for you to hear them talk about how horrible their mother is when you want nothing more than for your mom to get better. That would be an appropriate time to tell them this is a boundary and if they need support in this then they need to seek it elsewhere. You can still be there for them, but find a way around this particular issue. Your limits can also be time-based rather than topic-based. You can tell them they can’t contact you while you are at work, or before/after x time. Or that you can only hang out on x days.
Communication. This is the most important. Just be honest with them. They don’t want you to burn out. They don’t want to drag you down with them. But one of the symptoms of these problems can be pushing people away and isolating yourself. That means that they only have a limited number of supports in their life and it can put a lot of pressure on the supports they do have. It’s up to you to be very clear about how you’re feeling and what you need so they don’t push you away too. If you do all of the above from a loving place they will be happy to know they aren’t putting too much on you. Being clear about this will ultimately be helpful to you both.
They need to respect you. If they don’t listen to your boundaries it’s okay to cut them off. If you have to go that route, it would be kind to let them know why. But you always need to put your own health first. You deserve to have friends that you enjoy being around. You deserve to be happy. You don’t need to be anyone’s emotional doormat.
It's one of these days when I'm once again lack words from the horror, so here have some screenshots of other people tweets. If tankies did care about 'people of Donbas' like they pretend, surely they'd care about the same people being publicly executed for supporting and helping and waiting for Ukraine. After almost 9 years of occupation now, there's still people that are waiting on Ukraine.
people I still want to stab over a decade later:
Creative Writing Professor at a former college: Welcome to creative writing! By the way, you will not write fantasy, ghost stories, pranormal, or science fiction in this class, as this is a creative writing course.”
And he shall smite the wicked and plunge them into the fiery pit
Ok, since you really liked my meme I decided to share this trivia with you.
In Poland the woman who voiced Maleficent, named Zofia Mrozowska was an actress and educationalist. In 1948 she played a role in a war movie called "Ostatni etap" (eng. "Last stage").
Why am I telling you this? Because she was casted ... as a ✨gypsy✨
And with recent Glorious Masquerade event I hope you find this fact as funny as I do.
Bonus, (Zofia Mrozowska while playing the role):
Polish Literature: My Song (II) by Cyprian Kamil Norwid (1821 - 1883)
For that land where a scrap of bread is picked up From the ground out of reverence For Heaven’s gifts. I am homesick, Lord!
For the land where it’s a great travesty To harm a stork’s nest in a pear tree, For storks serve us all. I am homesick, Lord!
For the land where we greet each other In the ancient Christian custom: “May Christ’s name be praised!” I am homesick, Lord!
I long still for yet another thing, likewise innocent, For I no longer know where to find My abode. I am homesick, Lord!
For worrying-not and thinking-not, For those whose yes means yes — and no means no — Without shades of grey. I am homesick, Lord!
I long for that distant place, where someone cares for me! It must be thus, though my friendship Will never come to pass! I am homesick, Lord!
- translated by Walter Whipple ■ Cyprian Kamil Norwid (1821 - 1883) was a Polish poet, playwright, painter, and sculptor who was one of the most original representatives of late Romanticism.
■ Norwid led a tragic and often poverty-stricken life (once he had to live in a cemetery crypt). He experienced increasing health problems, unrequited love, harsh critical reviews, and increasing social isolation. He lived abroad most of his life, especially in London and in Paris, where he died.
■ His work was only rediscovered and appreciated during the Young Poland art period of the late nineteenth and early twentieth century. He is now considered one of the four most important Polish Romantic poets.
I'm not sorry...
Your first time is NOT supposed to hurt
You are NOT supposed to bleed
If you bleed, that is NOT your hymen being ‘popped’, it is a tear due to lack of sexual arousal and natural lubrication.
This is all a MYTH perpetrated by men so they don’t have to make sure you are comfortable and sufficiently aroused enough before you have sex with them. It is an excuse to disregard and hurt you.
I just really want women to know this.
This fight didn't start because the people are hungry, not because they are unemployed, not because they have no hope, no future, not because the corruption is out of control, not because the people in power have stolen all the money from oil, gas, ressources. No. It started because one 22 year old girl Mahsa Amini died for not covering her hair. It started for women. Now Men are out there fighting, risking their lives shoulder to shoulder with women. Their mothers, wives, friends, lovers, sisters and daughters. This is the world we need. Everyone standing up, for each other. Against oppression, against ignorance. Long live the spirit of Iran which never dies. Long live this country and its people. After hundreds of years of oppression, they still have a heart of gold that burns in dignity and caring love for one another. Long live people of Iran🇮🇷🕊
🔴Trigger Warning for the video🔴
Tehran last night.
“Freedom, freedom, freedom”
Show solidarity with people of Iran. Please spread the news.
me @ nickelodeon every now and then when i remember the fact that nick cancelled rottmnt even though it happened 3 years ago:
it’s always a good day to complain about English speakers
I’m glad ppl on tiktok are doing ok
The day I died but Somehow Stayed
23th of February was so normal it hurts. It was the 23th day since my 26th birthday and 24th day since I’d finally started treating my MDD.
I don’t remember what it was that I ate. I don’t remember what song on Spotify was the soundtrack of that day. I have physical memory though - my whole body feels sore and hard to move because of the hiit exercises I started doing. It was painful to breathe, let alone walk or sit or even laugh.
I have a mental memory - I was scrolling through concerts’ ads hoping to see some rad bands performing in Kyiv in late April. My sister will have turned sweet 16 on the 28th, so I wanted to make that day a memory she could go back to every time she feels upset or broken or unable to keep pace. Be careful what you wish for, they say. Now I wish I did. As my little angel will never forget her sour 16 she met under russian occupation in Mariupol, dreaming not of Black Pink or Maneskin singing to her in the flesh, but of taking hot shower after 2 months of living in the basement of the Culture Palace she once used to go to dance classes. Once. How unfair this “once” was just 90 days ago. An eternity.
I have a memory that makes me angry and sick - an echo of a conversation me and my partner had that day. With my taking antidepressants I was also trying to finally try living again, first time after 6 years of isolation and self-destruction. We were planning to go to the Philharmonia and I was thrilled - it felt like I was going to meet the Queen, no less. Social anxiety will do it with you, beware.
I remember myself whining about the new Batman movie and how we’d rather go to the cinema if only there was any decent title. You see, I love Batman. The me from the 23th did, at least. The me who was complaining about going out to listen to some music live.
And that’s where I feel like throwing up. That’s where I get angry with my past-self.
How easy life was for her. How she took for granted the possibility to wake up to cars honking and birds tweeting outside along with a bunch of I-don’t-know-who-but-they-are-hilarious users on Twitter doing the same.
I want to scream at myself, say “why am I suffering now so much, why do I cry every night and beg the gods to take me in my sleep and not with a GRAD fragment splitting my throat open or cutting off my limbs or burning me alive in my own bed, why my concern is not that about how to find the money to finally get my mom to Prague on her birthday - cause she always wanted to visit Europe - but how to find a way to fucking just hear her voice and know she is still alive there, in Mariupol, for now she is still breathing, why am I supposed to live through this hell same way dozens of my Ukrainian ancestors did just because there’s a MONSTER neighboring my country, why am I to be exterminated just because I’m Ukrainian wanting to live in MY country and speak MY language, why the people I used to call relatives and friends who live in russia are telling me I just have to “bear with it” and “get denazificated” and “be corrected and thus saved”, why they deny every missile that hits my street or say I deserved it because I live in Ukraine, WHY?”
WHY DO I STILL REMEMBER HOW IT FEELS LIVING IN THE EVENING OF THE 23TH OF FEBRUARY?
I went to sleep at about 3 am. My body was sore and I was annoyed thinking that tomorrow I had a training scheduled. It’s a YouTube hiit marathon so I’d better not skip it.
It was about 4 am I fell asleep at last thinking about the fanfic I was writing to unwind. My personal lullaby.
And it was 5 something when my partner startled me into the reality. Fully dressed, in his Bershka parka and winter Martins. It was dark in the room and I couldn’t make out the features of his face, all covered in shadows. He was silent, probably waiting for me to fully wake up. But it suddenly felt like I’d never closed my eyes at all. The alertness was overwhelming.
When he opened his mouth to explain himself, I already knew what happened. That moment is still the one I’m trapped in. The one I died at and got myself buried in bomb shelter with kids crying and the old praying all around while the constant bombing laughs at them, knocking at our doors to let the “russian world” they brought us in.
My love opened his mouth and I think I will never be able to escape the word he whispered.
It wasn’t “war”.
It was “russia”.
Synonyms.
pic: our basement hideout at the first day of the War. People are settling in. Very cold and dusty and overall terrible. Still better to die under shelling.
Since today is Ukrainian Independence Day, I know a lot of our friends would like to congratulate us on this occasion. And while we do appreciate each and every kind word, today the best present from you would be donations to Ukrainian paramedics battalion Hospitallers. Every day they're working hard on the front lines to save lifes of our soldiers, give them medical help they can provide on the field or evacuate them to the hospitals.
Hospitallers have no government funding and are working purely on donations, please help them to save as many lifes as possible. Remember, there's no small donation, every single one no matter the amount will help.
Petition to get Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles A Season 3! Netflix said they'd renew it if the movie got enough attention...
...So let's get Netflix's attention!
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fucks sake
Morning in Vinnytsia. At least 6 injured, 2 dead (1 child among them). About 50 cars are burning in the parking lot. Offices and residential buildings were damaged. Russia is a terrorist state
Tips That Can Save Your Kid’s Life.
