Heavy Days.

Another end of the week for me. After my last mental meltdown, every experience feels mild and soft compared to that. Had to handle some bullshit this week nonetheless like any other day. The news, the relationships with others, the never-ending struggle with my inner demons, and my constant frustration and desperation in the look for a way to fix my current economic and mental problems. Nothing big really. Weekly stuff for me and I am sure for many others looking to improve their lives.

The difficulty of handling bullshit for me is that many times, we are the ones generating that bullshit. Making excuses for our situations, not taking responsibility, and letting our mental problems overrun us when we feel we don’t have anywhere else to go. This isn’t healthy. Pent-up frustration can be a lethal venom for the human heart. This couldn’t be truer, for when we feel incredibly depressed or angry, our chest tightens like if something from the inside started eating us away.

But it doesn’t matter how heavy the chest may feel or even the entire day for that matter. We have to look for or create the medicine for our illness. Let us be happy. Let’s laugh when anxiousness attacks us. Let us breath when our anger takes our breath. I will try to chill and just hear White Iverson by Post Malone.

Have a good day.