Sometimes you just need to re-pot all your plants in silence, get dirt caked under your finger nails, order an absurd amount of takeout (feel a little guilty about it and move on) grab the cheapest bottle of wine you can find, sit by the light of your lamp under four blankets and read with your phone off, then rent a favourite film, finish the wine, pet your dog, pet your cat, fall asleep to your record still spinning - feeling safe because your bed is full of all your stuff, your sketch book, your novel (that’s bent), your pencil case, your stuffed animals, your orange bottle of meds, if it’s a day off don’t set an alarm, sleep like your body wants to, open your eyes when it feels right, breath until you feel your chest stop aching, until the knife exits the wound, and live and live and live and yes, the pain will come back, it always does, but so do all the good things….so do it again, do it your way, keep living, keep holding out for the good days waiting for you
