I think my greatest struggle at this point in my life is learning how to be gentle with myself. Having gentle thoughts, treat my body gently.
Growing up, your parents will tell you “treat others how you would want to be treated”. As wonderful of a lesson that is, I wish my parents had told me to treat myself kindly as well. Because I’m starting to learn that even if you treat others gently, with love and respect and kindness… life does not guarantee any karmic return.
My negative thought patterns are ruining my life. Not only do I get negative feedback from others, but it’s coming from inside now. My mind is supposed to be the one safe place, and it’s a war zone. Rough year, guys. Rough year.
This hot mess cheered my up a bit today.
this is my FAVORITE one so far
If you’re battling a mental illness and didn’t want to wake up this morning but did anyways, you’re a motherfucking badass. Because living with a mental illness is hard and I’m damn proud of you for still being here and fighting. You’re metal as hell and tough as nails. So keep on fighting, you kickass Viking warrior. You can win this.
This made me cry because I needed it so badly. Thank you.