#notalwaysweak

ancient or modern - bitter or sweet - chocolate or vanilla - coffee or tea - create or destroy - day or night - early bird or night owl - freckles or dimples - gold or silver - greek mythology or egyptian mythology - macarons or eclairs - hot or cold - thunder or lightning - typewritten or handwritten - secret garden or secret library - spicy or mild - dark magic or light magic - virtue or vice - ocean or desert - mermaids or sirens - known or unknown - rough or smooth - moon or stars - rain or snow.

Several...but the one I’m going to talk about today I wrote to myself.

There was a project that came out to Burning Man for a few years called the Future You Post. They were set up near the Temple when I first encountered them in 2006.  Visiting the Temple on-playa is always an emotionally challenging event for me...but I cried hardest as I was writing myself a letter, to be delivered at some nebulous point in the future.

When that letter arrived three years later, I’d been laid off for three months and was dealing with some significant mental health issues. I almost couldn't bring myself to open it...especially not while I was the only one awake in the house. My hands were shaking as I slid the letter opener into the envelope, pulled out the pink binder paper, and unfolded it.

Dearest Kirsten,I hope you have finally learned how beautiful you have always been. You are bright, brave and strong. And I love you very, very much.Always with you,Kirsten

How the Universe always knows what is needed is a mystery. I cried all over again, so very, very grateful that the people behind that project brought it to the playa, and that they sent my letter back to me when they did.

24) what’s something you do to de-stress?

I see you. I've been out of BBT fandom for years now, but your fics are nonetheless among those I revisit when I feel the need for some good Sheldon/Leonard.

I was tagged by @notaficwriter

This scene is going veeeeeery slowly. 

Matthias, on the other hand, had barely left his bunk. He joined them for supper the first night, froze for a moment in the doorway, and then said nothing throughout the meal. After that, he took his plate back to his room and brought it back to wash when he was done.

He joins them now, though, while they unpack, his arms folded across his chest and the whole lanky frame of him propped awkwardly against a bulkhead. 

Dr. Sutton, busy holding court, does not notice him. “Careful with that—” he snaps as Emil hauls down a box. “That’s fragile.”

Emil sighs heavily and steps back. “Are you sure you want to bring it out there, then? We have high winds out there, professor.”

Their ship sits on the bottom of a rocky canyon, tucked out of site and carefully away from the nearest settlement.

If you can afford to go back into the ward it might be worthwhile, because if you’re considering it as an option now it might be better to try now while you’re well enough to make that choice than be stuck with it as a final resort later on? Like I mean the time I went in knowing I needed to I was there WAY less time than when I was too far gone to admit I needed help (nine days versus a month). I just really hope everything picks up for you!

im considering it i am. i see my psych next week and i will talk to him about it. also i want to change meds and that would be a good time to it

lmao though i’m like....gotta get a new phone at least before i go into the ward