Your F/o Would Comfort You Through Any Kind Of Mental Health Episode You Have. Ptsd Flashback? Manic

your f/o would comfort you through any kind of mental health episode you have. ptsd flashback? manic episode? depressive episode? anything you may have, they're helping you through it. they'll comfort you or get you things you need. they'll help you ground yourself, they'll help calm you down if your anxiety is getting the better of you. if you need a blanket or a stuffed animal or something to drink to help with your upset, they'd get it for you immediately. your f/o loves you so very much.

"my f/o wouldn't love me irl..." EXCUSE ME?!?! DO YOU KNOW JUST HOW WRONG YOU ARE?! they told me themself that they love you! they are so in love with you that they can't wait to see you every single day when they/you get home!

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a gentle reminder for selfshippers that are currently feeling down — alone, upset, disappointed, hollow...

— your f/o is always there for you.

they will never, ever, leave you. you may feel like you're failing, like you're not doing enough, like no one cares... but they do. they care about you more than anything, more than everything.

even if they're not someone who can express their feelings well, they will make sure you know they're always ready to be your safe haven. they will hold your hand, rest your head on their shoulder, and just... keep you safe.

if they're shy, they will write to you. they will pour all of their feelings for you, so that you can read it over and over again. or if they're cheerful, they will distract your mind by making you laugh until you're both breathless.

— you and your f/o deserve an alone time where you can just be yourself and enjoy their company.

your f/o(s) noticing you feel / think badly about yourself, proceeding taking your hands in theirs, scooting a little closer and mumbling sweetly about all the things they so love about you.

“I can fix him” I couldn’t fix him and I don’t want to. I think he grew prone to biting and scratching in order to get by in a harsh world, and to me his resilience is part of what makes him so beautifully himself. I could be kind to him, though. I could show him gentleness. I could, slowly but surely, in the same way one earns the trust of a skittish stray cat, convince him that my touch will never come accompanied by pain. That, around me, he can allow himself to be soft. To relax. I could be the one he associates with warmth and safety, the one he longs to be held by after a hard day. I could be his home.

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