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monsieurenjlolras:

13chancess:

push yourself to get up before the rest of the world – start with 7am, then 6am, then 5:30am. go to the nearest hill with a big coat and a scarf and watch the sun rise.

push yourself to fall asleep earlier – start with 11pm, then 10pm, then 9pm. wake up in the morning feeling re-energized and comfortable.

get into the habit of cooking yourself a beautiful breakfast. fry tomatoes and mushrooms in real butter and garlic, fry an egg, slice up a fresh avocado and squirt way too much lemon on it. sit and eat it and do nothing else.

stretch. start by reaching for the sky as hard as you can, then trying to touch your toes. roll your head. stretch your fingers. stretch everything.

buy a 1L water bottle. start with pushing yourself to drink the whole thing in a day, then try drinking it twice.

buy a beautiful diary and a beautiful black pen. write down everything you do, including dinner dates, appointments, assignments, coffees, what you need to do that day. no detail is too small.

strip your bed of your sheets and empty your underwear draw into the washing machine. put a massive scoop of scented fabric softener in there and wash. make your bed in full.

organise your room. fold all your clothes (and bag what you don’t want), clean your mirror, your laptop, vacuum the floor. light a beautiful candle.

have a luxurious shower with your favourite music playing. wash your hair, scrub your body, brush your teeth. lather your whole body in moisturiser, get familiar with the part between your toes, your inner thighs, the back of your neck.

push yourself to go for a walk. take your headphones, go to the beach and walk. smile at strangers walking the other way and be surprised how many smile back. bring your dog and observe the dog’s behaviour. realise you can learn from your dog.

message old friends with personal jokes. reminisce. suggest a catch up soon, even if you don’t follow through. push yourself to follow through.

think long and hard about what interests you. crime? sex? boarding school? long-forgotten romance etiquette? find a book about it and read it. there is a book about literally everything.

become the person you would ideally fall in love with. let cars merge into your lane when driving. pay double for parking tickets and leave a second one in the machine. stick your tongue out at babies. compliment people on their cute clothes. challenge yourself to not ridicule anyone for a whole day. then two. then a week. walk with a straight posture. look people in the eye. ask people about their story. talk to acquaintances so they become friends.

lie in the sunshine. daydream about the life you would lead if failure wasn’t a thing. open your eyes. take small steps to make it happen for you.

This is all really good advice for dealing with long term depression and anxiety. It’s not gonna magically cure you, but I’ve pushed myself to incorporate a few of these things into my day to day routine and it helps

Asexual Harry Potter who gets told by the Dursleys that asexuality doesn’t exist and he must have a mental disorder Bonus: Hagrid flipping his lid when he finds out because James was asexual as well -H

aroacehogwarts:

TW: internalized acephobia

“WHA’!?” Hagrid thundered.

It’s a tone Harry’s only heard a few times. And every single time Harry’s heard it, the tone has meant the Dursley’s have mislead and outright lied to him.

Still, Harry doesn’t like people yelling around him. So he scrunches in on himself and gets quieter. “It’s just – I thought maybe wizards would have a cure. I don’t see a lot of, y’know, disabilities around here, and I don’t hear about any other wizards being like me…” he trails off, knowing Hagrid’s thunderous expression isn’t geared towards him, but feeling uncomfortable, anyway.

Hagrid visibly calms himself and gives Harry an apologetic stare. He runs a hand through his thick, coarse hair. “Yer not wrong about tha’. Look, Harry, wizarding society ain’t too forward an’ accepting abou’ those who are diff’rent. That’s true. But you – ah. Harry, it’s call, uh, lemme remember this right. It’s called asexuality. And it’s as valid as an other identity – gay, straight, whatever else. ‘Onestly, I don’ follow all the terms tha’ well because – well, Harry, there’s not many folk aroun’ I’m int’rested in, so it doesn’t matter much ta me. But you? Ah, yer not alone, Harry. Your dad,” Hagrid relaxes a bit when he sees Harry perk up at this, “he was jus’ like you.”

“He – he was?”

“Yeah. He was. James was asexual. He didn’ really know ‘til he started datin’ yer mum, but he was real loud ‘n’ proud abou’ it after that.”

“He – my dad was… asexual,” Harry repeated, trying the word out for himself.

“An’ the Dursley’s were dead wrong, Harry,” Hagrid leaned down to look Harry in the eyes, resting a large and comforting hand on Harry’s shoulder. “It’s not a disease or a disorder or whatever else codswallop they tried ta feed ya,” he confirmed. “You do not need fixin’, Harry.”

As soon as Hagrid sat back up, Harry covered his face with his hands and took a few shuddering breaths. It was as big and as important a revelation as the fact that he was a wizard.

“Hones’ly, shoulda given ‘em all pig tails. Gotta remember that nex’ time I’m there,” Hagrid murmured to himself, busying himself by shuffling things around in the kitchen of his hut to give Harry time to gather himself.

Harry gave a strangled laugh from behind his hands.

Finally, Hagrid turned around. “Rock cake?” he offered.

Harry peeked out from under his hands, remnants of dried tears on his face clear to Hagrid. “Just some tea, please,” he asked.

“Comin’ right up,” Hagrid smiled. Harry sounded much less distressed than when he’d entered Hagrid’s hut. For now, that was good enough for Hagrid.

~Hufflepuff Mod