Today I’m re-blogging an old post of mine from approximately this time last year. Sadly, it’s once again super relevant, so I thought I’d bring it back to life.
I have mentioned in the past that I would like to start throwing out a couple of mental health posts on a semi-regular basis. This is going to be one such attempt. I guess you can say I’ve been inspired these past two weeks, so let’s see if I can do this without making a mess of things, shall we?
So. You go about your days, living your life, enjoying the company of friends, being productive-ish with your art, not hating work any more than usual, finding pleasure in the little things in life. Then something happens. Maybe something huge, maybe something that would objectively be considered small. Maybe you mess up at work. Maybe something you’d planned didn’t work out quite as you expected. Maybe your eyeliner broke in the morning and your whole routine for the day got fucked up. And then an old, much too familiar feeling…
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