If you see me not taking care of myself, you have permission to rock my shit. I should know better by now that if I’m not taking care of my own needs that I’m ineffective at helping others.
I’m going to be okay because I have to be. It feels like everything is falling apart but I’m going to pick those pieces up from the floor and throw them at the wall and see what sticks.
Would it be too much if I messaged my doctor to tell him that I’m upset that the botox they did for my migraines has limited my ability to make facial expressions? Cause this is deeply upsetting.
Why would I think using a knife to separate frozen cinnamon rolls is a good idea? Now I’m standing outside the immediate care staring at my own hand meat just waiting for medical attention