You deserve someone who checks up on you when you’re sad. Who makes an effort to make sure you’re okay because they know you’re having a bad day. You deserve someone who cares about you.
there are plenty of good things! there are cats, dogs, grass, music, cool breezes, tasty food, stuffed animals, flowers, cozy blankets, and books, just to name a few! this isn’t meant to minimize your feelings, i just want to let you know that there are lots of good things all around us that we tend to not think about because they become so commonplace in our lives. when we’re young, everything is so new, so we take in everything super vividly. but when we’re older, the little things that we appreciate as a kid don’t necessarily go away as much as we forget that they’re there 🙂
people with speech impediments, vocal stims, tics, stutters, an obvious accent, who are mute (to any degree), who talk to themselves, or who have any other noticeable vocal traits, you’re all really cool and wonderful and I’m wishing u all an epic and poggers night
more people who’re included in this post: anyone who’s voice doesn’t “match” their gender, or doesn’t “match” the gender they get read as, anyone with disorganized speech, people who use a lot of “filler words”, or anyone who has a lisp. I hope you’re all having another epic and poggers night
also shout out to anyone with flat or monotone speech, “too” quiet speech, or “too” loud speech. y’all are poggers and deserve an epic night too
The reason the work you’ve done on how you feel doesn’t seem like it’s working is because you need to do it until it works. It’s never been “this strategy will pull you up” it’s always been “here’s something you can do that will END with you getting out of that hole” the climbing still hurts and the being underground still hurts but that doesn’t mean it’s not working
*doing laundry* “this doesn’t feel better
*cooking meals* this doesn’t feel better
*exercising* this doesn’t feel better
*making art* this doesn’t feel better
*cleaning the apartment* this doesn’t feel better
*somewhere months or years down the line*
holy shit
tl;dr
Look at a stone cutter hammering away at his rock, perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred-and-first blow it will split in two, and I know it was not the last blow that did it, but all that had gone before.
ifesbob 