giannamorphs:

Hey y’all, there’s a program working on this!

The Menstruatin’ with Satan program, founded by The Satanic Temple Arizona, is collecting donations of pads, tampons, and other menstrual supplies for incarcerated women, as well as fighting to raise the monthly allotment of products!

If you’re not in AZ, you can help out the Temple by buying them products on their Amazon Wish List, here.

And if you are in Arizona, help ‘em out! There are a bunch of drop-off and volunteer locations.

gryphyl:

piplup-commander:

I feel like the line between “fluffy uwu self care” and “get your shit together self care” is thinner than people seem to think. Like, sitting in a quiet space with a book and maybe some twinkly fairy lights gives me the spoons to go call my damn doctor like I’ve been meaning to. Bath bombs or shower steamers make me feel content and/or sparkly, which gives me confidence to go out in public. (Plus, I bathed.) I dye my hair funky colors so if I feel like people are staring at me I can say it’s at that instead of whatever my anxiety wants it to be. 

The two are not mutually exclusive, is what I’m getting at, and I never see that mentioned, just either “self care is being nice to yourself” or “self care is kicking yourself in the ass to function for a few hours”. Kick yourself in the ass with niceness.

Gotta get your emotion-focused coping before you do your problem-focused coping.

spookycombeferre:

706softly:

biteitwhenitssoft:

why does everyone make those relateable posts about depression meals and list stuff like, half a potato chip and forgetting eat but no one ever talks about the other half of people who overeat from depression? no one talks about gouging yourself with food the second you feel bad because somehow youre convinced food will make you feel better but it doesnt so you keep eating until it does? the weight gain? feeling sick from eating so much? eating an entire bag of chips and a whole carton of ice cream in one sitting without knowing it?? feeling even worse because youre making yourself so ill???

why does no one remember this symptom?

Because of fatphobia. Plus it doesn’t fit the “cute sad waif” side of depression that everyone keeps romanticizing.

depression meal: 4 servings of chocolate cake and wild cherry pepsi