MANIACALOVE

They ask how life is going, and in that split second, my mind starts spiraling. I think of the heaviness I wake up with every day. I think of the nights I lie awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering what's wrong with me — why I feel so much, why I can't just be okay. I think about how I cry in silence, how I press my hand against my chest just to make sure there's still a heartbeat. I think about everything I can't explain. My thoughts are screaming, desperate to be heard. But after all of that, I just grit my teeth a little, force a nod, and say, "Good."

“You can’t help what you feel, but you can help how you behave”

Okay, time for a mental-health self-care post.

“People who don’t appreciate your presence, only deserve your absence.”

“I am prepared for the worst, but I hope for the best.”

If we could look into each other's hearts and understand the unique challenges each of us faces, I think we would treat each other more gently, with more love, tolerance and care.