i’ll live my life if it kills me

they understand if your disabilities, mental or physical, prevent you from being able to go outside.

they understand you even when you cannot articulate what you mean during prayer or cannot find the words to express gratitude and love.

they understand if you can't spend much time or stand still at their altars.

they understand if executive dysfunction keeps you from making offerings or doing a lot of active practice.

they understand if you have to take breaks and hiatuses from practicing to focus on yourself and your mental or physical health.

they understand if you lose focus during meditation/trance work or cannot do it to begin with.

they understand you and are with you when you cannot get out of bed for mental or physical reasons.

they understand you and are with you during times when you cannot care for yourself or love yourself.

I kill every plant I try to grow

I forget about equinoxes and solstices

I forget to pray to my deities

I end my spells with "because I fucking said so"

I forget to charge my rocks and crystals

my altars end up covered in shit that doesn't belong there

I have to look up what cards mean, six years into my practice

I forget I practice paganism

I'm a "bad pagan"

Now take this logic and apply it to things like ADHD, autism, clinical depression, and other less visible/divergent disabilities. You cannot think your way out of feeling.