I know a lot of my conversations are morbid but like, this is the reality of mental health
It can’t always be about selfcare and feeling good
Sometimes you need to vent
To be as toxic as possible for a just a few moment
To be vulnerable and not strong
To rest
To get validation
To know that you aren’t messed up or broken for thinking bad things, it’s okay, tell me tour inner most demons and we can be messed up together
At least for a little while
Until we have to pretend to be okay again
And maybe once we get that thought out of our heads, maybe it won’t be pretend anymore