My brother was diagnosed with depression years before I was, and because of that he started therapy years before I did.
I still remember when I was a young teen and he was playing a Nirvana song and he stopped it at this one line: “I miss the comfort of being sad”
He told me that when you start to get better, there’s a part of you that misses being sad and that if you start feeling that way you have to be extra extra aware and careful because if you indulge the feeling you’ll go down a self-destructive spiral
And even though that was years and years ago, I think about it all the time. Especially when I’m reading discourse on the idea of getting so attached to mental illness as an identity that you don’t want to improve things because you feel safe in it and don’t know who you are without it
I always think of that line “I miss the comfort of being sad” and my brother’s warning
Amid the rising scent of smoke and the glow of the fire that brings an old warmth to the heart, my aunt kneaded the dough with her tired hands, wiping her face with the edge of her sleeve, continuing her work as if telling a story of resilience without words. The gas was scarce, it had run out, but life does not stop, and bread does not wait. Over the blazing fire, the loaves puffed up as if breathing patience, reminding us that simplicity is not poverty, but a life brimming with resistance and warmth.
In those moments, I felt something deeper than mere hunger and bread… I felt the intimacy of the moment, the roots extending through time, and that warmth not just from the fire, but from the hearts that refuse to surrender. 💓
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5 times Ricky was involved in a fire and 1 time he wasn’t (kind of). OR Firefighter!EJ being awkward to super cute Baker!Ricky that is always involved in crazy fire situations.
Hello, I'm Lama from Gaza. As you know, we lost everything we owned...our house, our work, our car, and members of my family, and we are trying to survive. 💔😭
Our memories, our home, our lives, everything no longer exists, nothing remains as it was, and now we need your help again. My gofundme campaign has been cancelled, and now I have created a campaign on chuffed to continue and to fight in this difficult life. 😭🥶
With your presence, we will complete our lives and continue.🙏🫂🫂
First Ramadan Iftar in Gaza, Palestine.
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In a corner of Gaza, my family and I are drowning in destruction, with the echoes of suffering surrounding us. I sat beside my modest tent, hastily erected after losing my home in the latest bombing. The faces of my family tell stories of patience and resilience, with lines of time etched upon them, as if they were records of unforgettable events. 🇵🇸⏳🍉
I once lived in a small home, filled with the laughter and voices of my children. Today, I have become a witness to the agony of displacement. The bombing forced me to flee with my children after a shell struck our home, leaving behind years of memories and simple belongings I never imagined would become unreachable. 🏚️💨
Every morning, I leave my tent and go to work, using a clay oven to provide food for my children. Meanwhile, my youngest son heads to the charity kitchens that offer aid, waiting for long hours under Gaza’s scorching sun. Despite the exhaustion that weighs down his frail body, he carries the food mixed with his tears and returns with a fake smile, hiding behind it the burdens of his struggles. 🍞🥀
At night, when everyone else is asleep, I remain seated at the entrance of my tent, gazing at the dark sky, reminiscing about days gone by… about my home that was once filled with warmth. Yet, I still find remnants of hope in my heart—a hope that one day peace will return, and my children and I will live in a new home, filled with joy. 🌙🏡✨
In moments of solitude, I find peace in prayer and supplication. I plead to God to protect Gaza and its people, to wipe away the dust of sorrow from our hearts. I always repeat🇵🇸🍉🌿
"We are here to remind the world that we are stronger than war, and we will rebuild our lives anew, no matter the cost!" 🙏
From a comfortable and safe home to a small tent that is unable to withstand the extreme temperatures of summer or winter, you wake up to the sounds of explosions everywhere. You try to resist the pain of hunger and cold, but it is beyond your strength. My dreams and hopes were unfortunately not realized. I studied law and had a big dream of becoming a lawyer, but the war unfortunately made it impossible for me to pursue that path.💔 Now I have only one dream, which is to alleviate the pain of hunger and cold and provide a suitable shelter for my family😔. I am grateful to everyone who donated to help me save my family from genocide 🥺😔
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