#Librarian

Sometimes, what you need to do is literally ask for a refill. I know that can be scary and upsetting and requires you to be willing to be vulnerable, but please consider two things:

One: if what you want to do is be able to fill other people's cups, you can't fill from an empty cup. You literally can't do the work if you're emptied out. You need to do this so you can help.

Two: for the people that love you, the people that really matter, you aren't imposing on them by asking for a refill. This is one of the things I really internalized from coming home to Judaism: when someone asks me to help them, they're giving me the opportunity to perform a mitzvah. No matter your belief system or outlook, I think we can probably all agree that being given an opportunity to be more awesome is pretty great.

So ask. Here are a few scripts you can try.

"Hey, I am...

... having a bad day.

... really struggling.

... really hurting because of the state of the world.

... having a hard time focusing on positive things.

... feeling emptied out.

Could you please help me? I could really use...

... some company.

... to hear about something beautiful you saw today.

... to hear some good news.

... to see a picture of your pet.

... to be told something you like about me.

... to be reminded of something I do that you like.

... your silliest new meme.

... to go for a walk with you.

... to hear about your favorite show.

... a hug."

I have genuinely never asked my friends to love me a little bit louder and gotten anything but an outpouring of support.

I need to remind people they too can ask me for a refill.

post by Black Enterprise @/blackenterprise:

A white doctor based in Colorado has teamed up with a conservative legal group to sue the online directory, "Find A Black Doctor," for allegedly discriminating against physicians based on... divr.it/T SfSjO

repost by Doll Face @/smoke_nd_pearlz:

In 2012 i was diagnosed with a deadly blood disorder known as TTP. I was in the hospital for a month. A white nurse almost killed me because she thought i was drug seeking. I kept telling her my central line in my groin was hurting& she wouldn't give me any morphine just Tylenol.

I went septic later on that night because of the central line. I went into SVT and had to go to cardiac ICU for a week. I was 18. My TTP flared up again in 2016 and i went to the ER. I told the (white) doctor that i had TTP and that i needed to be admitted. He had my records right in front of him. I was just there 4 years earlier, the same hospital diagnosed me.

He told me that i didn't have TTP...i had ITP. He sent me home with steroids and pain meds. I cried and cried and sat at home all weekend until i could get to my hematologist. I called them and they had me come in immediately. Got labs drawn...my hemoglobin and platelets were VERY low. They did a direct admit: 1 had to get 14 bags of platelets and 3 bags of blood. My hematologist and his NP told me if i would've waited any longer i would've died.

More recently in 2022 i went to a freestanding ED because i thought i had the flu. I was in pain, my blood pressure was elevated, i had a fever. I told the black NP that i have TTP and asked them to do a cbc and ADAMTS13 level if they could. I got pain meds, waited for the (white) doc to come and see me. He told me ny labs were "fine" and that i just had a stomach virus. I didn't believe that so i asked him what my platelet count was. He told me 30k (normal platelet count in non chemo patients are 150k-400k) i almost lost my shit on him.

He went back and further with me for 10 minutes about how i wasn't having a TTP flare up and i told him to call the fucking hospital that I'm usually treated at and find me a bed. He begrudgingly did it. He came back not even 10 minutes later and said that the hospital i usually go to was full (it was around Christmas time) but after the on call hematologist at the level 1 trauma center downtown saw my blood work they wanted me to come in IMMEDIATELY. Hematologist told me if i would've waited any longer i would've been dead before Christmas.

Every time that l've almost died it was either at the hands of a white nurse or doctor. They don't take our pain or complaints seriously! They think we are drug addicts. I literally became a nurse because of this. We need black doctors. That lawsuit is just a bunch of fucking racists who are mad. Fuck them.

another repost of the original by Emmanuel Felton @/emmanuelfelton:

A peer-reviewed study found Black patients matched with Black doctors were 27% less likely to die in the hospital. A separate study found Black residents live longer in counties with more Black primary care physicians. "Find A Black Doctor" exists because the disparities are real

repost of original by Patrick @/PatrickJnmarie:

If white doctors took the complaints of black people, especially black women more serious they wouldn't have to worry about people finding doctors that look like them and who they're more comfortable with

And may your pets always stay healthy ♡

we are actively seeing the consequences of catering to toxic fans: mc's face censored, numbers censored, TEXT censored. everything censored that could potentially trigger antis into making another move.

we are actively seeing that infold is not responding (whether they're listening is a whole other thing that I cannot in good conscience comment on, because they are seeing us, the problem is their lack of response, not lack of reading comprehension and critical thinking).

so to every person that cheered for valko's cancellation: are you happy with THIS? I'm not even asking about valko.

are you happy with lads having to sloppily censor every text, every numbers that could've held hidden meaning for us to dissect?

are you happy with infold not responding to criticism in the slightest? if they can ignore an outrage at THIS scale, do you REALLY think they'll ever address kod or lighting issues or missing content or lack of a roadmap or main story being so slow or the reduction in animation in main story or what have you?

think for a second, do you really feel comfortable enough to spend hundreds of dollars supporting a company that handles backlash like THIS?

if this isn't a wake up call to everyone who celebrated valko's cancellation before, I really don't know what is.

they've shown they will throw caleb mains under the bus to protect their poster child raf.

they've shown they don't care for zayne mains either.

they've shown they don't care about sylus missing content.

they've shown they don't care about xavier mains complaining about kod's false advertisement.

they've shown they to an extent don't care about raf mains either, lying about revealing raf's 4th myth in july. we had to find that out ourselves because someone asked CUSTOMER SERVICE about it.

they've shown they don't care about global enough to give us even a CRUMB of communication. most things we had to learn from cn girlies telling us, NOT infold.

WAKE UP.

THIS ISN'T EVEN ABOUT VALKO ANYMORE. THE GAME WE ALL LOVED IS SLOWLY DYING AND INSTEAD OF BEING DEVASTATED YOU CHOOSE TO DANCE ON ITS GRAVE?

don't log in and don't spend.

“It’s not about the Cheerios.”

This was in reference to a story about a kid flipping the HELL out into a full-blown panic about running out of their favorite cereal. Not a tantrum, not a whine-fest, but an all-hands-on-deck, code-red, world-is-ending blowup.

The kid had originally come from a very unstable situation and experienced food deprivation. The new adoptive parents were stumped, because look at all the other food! You’re safe! We can get the Cheerios tomorrow!

But it wasn’t really about the Cheerios, it was about that first flicker of unease triggering all the old trauma. From the outside, it looked ridiculous. To the trauma-trained reaction of the kid’s brain, it made perfect sense.

Human brains are weird, and we’re all out here trying to survive. Sometimes our brains do this in socially acceptable, convenient ways. But not often.

Me; bro I have no fucking idea.

Anyway, as it's starting to heal, It DOES actually feel better. Like, a lot. I didn't realize how used to having the pressure of that fucking cyst pressing on everything I'd gotten, but it's NOT THERE NOW.