How about we stop saying, “I’m harder on myself than anyone else could be,” as if it was some sort of badge of fucking honor.
Because peeps do.
They say it with an odd pride.
There is treasure to be found in the destruction.
Don’t be afraid.
Smash it to bits.
See what lay below the the exterior of what you have been done with for seemingly ever.
Our feelings are not there to be fixed.
They are not problems to be dealt with.
They are not inconveniences that we have to push away so they don’t get in the way.