Me after my therapist asks how my week went:
me, trying to accept the fact that i’m mentally ill and as a result impaired in my function: but….. i’m… probably… just lazy. a bad person. i simply need to pull myself together and that’s it
“Six coffees do nothing when you’re tired of life”
— (via im-sad-lets-have-sex)
I'm so tired of taking care of myself. Do the laundry. Eat veggies. Take the car to get the oil changed. Go to bed at a decent hour. Put a band-aid on when you get a cut. Wash the dishes. Change the sheets.
I'm so exhausted.
Recovery doesn’t mean you didn’t suffer. Recovery doesn’t make your past experiences less real. Recovery just means you’ve decided you don’t want to keep suffering.