changing your life is ugly work. it’s not sheetmasks and self-care and scented candles. it’s all the shit you’ve put off for more years than you care to remember because you’re tired and don’t even know where to begin and do you even really WANT change when staying stuck is familiar? do you really want to dig up your demons and face your shortcomings and everything that’s prevented you from growing and moving in favor of standing comfortably still? it’s ugly, bitter, thankless work. but it’s necessary. and i’m ready.
who needs therapy when you can Realize™️ things about yourself alone at 1am
