I was doing this, I had no idea fucking how, but I was. I wasn’t really back to ‘me’ yet, but I was on my way.

“Whether you think you can or you think you can’t, you’re right.”

Sometimes we just want to be shitty, and indignant, and pissed off.

It’s not realistic to expect that one day, everything will just magically be OK and we will all live happily ever after without mental illness.

A wise woman once told me that the most satisfying things in life are hard (lol) and she was bloody spot on.

Joy, love, kindness…all that warm fuzzy shit…is what people need right now. And spoons.

Try not to be the dickhead that criticises someone else for how they’re coping.

Let’s have a change of tune and turn the tables on this mid-week mental abortion.

There’s one thing I know for sure, this is definitely a cookie for breakfast kind of day.

Just keep calm, and wear your fucking mask.

I'm not saying it doesn't suck, it abso-fucking-lutely sucks. But to a certain extent, we choose how much it sucks.

Find some meaning in the madness every day, or, if it's not immediately visible, fucking make it up.

If you spent Lockdown #1 smoking crack and watching Housewives of Beverley Hills, well, this is your chance to not do that. Or, to watch the second season.

Turns out that people love strong and passionate, until they realise that strength and passion can also be used against them.

The feeling of losing control of any important aspect of your life is like the plug being wrenched out and being left naked and cold in the bottom of the tub, wondering whether you should use your wash cloth to cover your boobs or vagina.

Nothing you do matters. I’m not being an asshole, I’m in the same boat, melting into a cold, muddy puddle with all the other #instagood ‘snowflakes’.

But does she fuck?

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We are the same people who post booty burn workouts on Instagram and promote magazines with photos of Ashy Bines on the cover. We plug juice cleanses, keto, thigh gaps, and whatever is the fucking flavour of the #healthandfitness month. I don’t know what that makes us, but it is certainly not allied health professionals.

It’s so easy to write off an unsuccessful relationship, friendship, or job as being just a mistake and charging the fuck back onto Seek, Tinder, Grinder, or possibly Gumtree.

Be the resilient motherfucker who emerges from #iso a stronger and better human.