How many times have you said fuck it fuck it all?
How many times have you wanted to throw in the towel, frustrated to the highest level of frustration, with nowhere to turn; your brain is fried and you can’t figure out what you need to do next, depressed, you don’t feel like doing anything, the bed is your best friend you can’t even be creative anymore. You can’t remember what you used to know to help you out of this funk.
This is me. I also learned that certain mental states can effect your memory; so there’s that.
Ain’t that messed up?? So basically while you’re trying to heal and recuperate, bounce back, get back to yourself, you’re playing catch up all the time! At least til you become self aware enough to stop things at a certain point.
To all of this I say.. Fuck it. Why try right? Why go on?
Well, cuz you gotta. But say fuck it to the extent that you’re not going to stress yourself out. That you’re going to forgive yourself, not beat yourself up. Who is clocking you but you? Whos opinion matters but yours? Absolutely no-one. Like literally. You go in the casket or urn ALONE. Derailing your life for who and why? Fuck it! Do what you can for TODAY. Deal with tomorrow.. Tomorrow! Fuck whoever didn’t see the awesome in you! Fuck who was riding, only as long as you were supplying. Fuck who didn’t check on you when you were at your lowest, and people KNEW that you were in a vulnerable state. Deal with your supporters. Your spiritual beliefs. Find your strength inside of you. IT GOT YOU THIS FAR! You can do it!