[ SECRET POST #3516 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #3516 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.

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The entire rest of this post is either spoilers or have content warnings.





02. [SPOILERS for Over the Hills and Far Away]



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03. [SPOILERS for Pokemon Sun and Moon]



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04. [SPOILERS for Inside]



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05. [SPOILERS for The Girl With All The Gifts]



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06. [SPOILERS for Steven Universe]
[WARNING for suicide]



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07. [WARNING for non-con]



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08. [WARNING for incest]




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09. [WARNING for suicide]












Notes:

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Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Honey, I was there my last year of my first degree, and I've there this year, one year after my second degree, as well.

tl;dr It's really fucking hard. And you know what? If you need to just lay on your bed between classes and not think about a damn thing, you do that.

It sucks balls. I get it. You'll make it. Come around a talk if you need a distraction or an ear. But I also recommend at least considering finding a professional.

Long Part:
The thing that helped most first term was the sun. I was living on the 19th floor of the dorm, not facing any other buildings, so I would strip down and lay on my bed in the sun around midday. It was the only time I could be "in the sun" because the weather's so fucked up where I was going to school (rain all the time, sun coming up at like 9 and going down at 4, and I had class 8-10 then 3-6).

I watched so much TV and gained back so much weight (but whatevs, it was like the victory lap-15).

The thing that helped most second term was laying on my bed when the sun was out and getting way too involved in extracurriculars. And talking to a trained professional. I was this close to dropping out.

In the end, the thing that got me through it, besides letting myself feel the sad and scared feelings, was finally admitting I needed help to get through it; I couldn't afford, financially or emotionally, to take a year off. Fortunately, my uni offers free counselling to students. I went in and said all I wanted was to get through the next year, and they ran with that. I have always felt like I'm the one who helps, and I'm the one who listens when people need an ear; I'm not the one who needs to -- or gets to -- go to people for help, and that really hurt the process the first time I felt like this. It took weeks for me to really let my psych-person help, even after I actively sought her help.

And that's fine. 'Cause she waited and we got there.

I hate talking to people. I feel like a failure if I can't handle my own shit -- "nonsense" I call it, but "nonsense" it's not.

Sometimes, things like this can help, talking to people on the web, esp if it's a site you frequent, but it's likely not gonna do everything you need.

Come in, unload, laugh, ignore the other stuff that's bugging you. But then talk to someone who is trained to help you find ways to restructure your thinking that will actually help you progress through the shit that's bugging you.

This got a little long, sorry. But seriously, if you're not good, that's ok. At least you know that, and you're not wandering aimlessly through a general malaise like I did for so long. Now you can find ways to help yourself get through.