Let’s talk about how hard it is to open up to someone about being sad and anxious for no reason. Let’s talk about how hard it is to explain to your family and friends that you have this heavy feeling in your chest for no reason. Let’s talk about how hard it is to understand why you’re having a panic attack while just driving home from work. Let’s talk about how hard it is to understand yourself let alone explain it to someone else and how freighting it is to feel like the whole world is falling on your shoulders and you have no idea why.
It’s okay to take a pill every day that makes you feel better. You have a chemical imbalance you’re not a leper.
It’s okay to get mad for no reason.
It’s okay to nap multiple times a day to give your brain a break.
It’s okay to talk to a professional about your feelings.
It’s okay for you to get mad at people that are ignorant and don’t understand.
It’s okay to skip a social engagement because it makes you anxious.
It’s okay not to talk about your feelings if you don’t want to.
It’s okay to be upset.
It’s okay for you to not tell your employers about your depression/anxiety, fuck what they think and fuck the stigma surrounding it.
It’s okay to cry.
it’s okay if the only thing you did today was breathe.
It’s okay to not have everything figured out yet, no one does.
It’s okay to cancel a commitment.
It’s okay not to answer your phone.
It’s okay to make mistakes and not be good at everything.
It’s okay to have a meltdown.
It’s okay to not be okay and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.