Self Care Isn’t Pretty
Self care isn’t Insta-worthy pictures of fresh salads, fizzy bath bombs, and face masks.
Self care is sitting at the table for hours, tears and snot streaming down your face as you stare at the bare minimum of food you need to stay alive and will yourself to actually eat it.
Self care is painfully combing out weeks worth of tangles because it’s been too hard to get out of bed lately.
Self care is changing your smelly sheets and schlepping your laundry to the washer.
Self care is taking your meds when you want nothing more than to flush them down the toilet.
Self care is picking up the inches of debris off the floor so you can walk across your place without tripping.
Self care is sticking to your budget, not going out for lavish meals and manicures that you can’t afford.
Self care isn’t pretty. It’s survival.