*slowly resumes eating candles*

For me, recovery has meant learning to work with my brain instead of constantly fighting it, especially when it comes to my bipolar disorder. Despite therapy and medication, my manic and depressive cycles haven’t gone away. But I’ve learned to understand them, and that has changed everything.

When I feel a manic episode coming on, I use that energy to prepare for the inevitable downswing with things like meal prep, queuing up posts, pre-making products for my business. I treat it like stocking up for a storm.

When depression hits, I switch into coping mode. I remind myself it’s temporary, I reach out to my support system, and I try to do the opposite of what my brain urges like isolating. I know now that I can get through it, even if it’s hard.

I haven’t “stopped” my cycles. But I understand them. I can work with them. And my quality of life is so much better than when I was constantly at war with myself.

"Authors artificially inflate comment counts by thanking people, I can't find anything with a real comment count to read." No they fucking are not, they're grateful for engagement.

"I can't read anything under 100k." That's the majority of fics you're ignoring, most novels aren't even that long.

"I don't have time to look for the incredibly rare diamond in the rough, so I won't read anything below a certain amount of kudos, comments, and hits." Those fics are popular because people gave them a chance and then snobs like you found them.

"I won't read anthing with a single typos." You made typos in that sentence, get off your high horse.

"One singular author didn't thank me for commenting, I'm never commenting on any fic again so I don't get burned." You're punishing people because someone didn't give you engagement they don't owe you that they might not have seen.

"This fic is three months old, it's so old, it doesn't matter if I comment or kudos, it's old." Fics do not have expiration dates, comment and kudos.

2,948,374 under 10 kudos

on survival

our lives matter more than your fucking nostalgia.

My brain, suddenly: you know, there's a temple of Mara in Riften. Pretty nice, big temple. Of Mara. In Riften. You know. Conveniently close to where Celann is. Mr crisis of faith himself. In these... trying times

Source: Motorsport.com (Italy) - written by Oleg Karpov