This has been one of the worst mental health weeks I've experienced in a long time. But I've survived it, and that means I can continue to survive. So I'm thinking a lot about self care because, honestly, I've forgotten how to take care of myself. "Self care" is a buzzword. What the fuck does it mean? It's thrown around so much without really talking about how we can care for ourselves. I want to talk about taking care of myself. With the help of some incredibly supportive friends, I'm re-learning how to do that. I am thinking and writing, making lists of things that make me happy, what I could do to make myself happier.
Survival is an interesting concept because it seems like such little but it can be so fucking hard. It can be unbearable at times. But it's the most important thing. And it's something I need to prioritize.
I am just rambling, though I plan to talk more about mental health and self care in the future.
But today is the first time in the last week I've felt content, and that's nice. So I thought I'd share a spoken word piece I came across this week and really, really love. I hope you do, too.