There are times when life throws everything you need at your feet.
Birds sing your praises. The sun warms your back, and a gentle breeze keeps you cool under the toughest circumstances.
Then sometimes life throws you a shit sandwich.
Neurotypical people get these days as well, of course.
Shit luck and unfortunate circumstances aren’t unique to those of us with mental illnesses.
But what makes it so damnably difficult to get over these pieces is this sense of unfairness.
The sense of HOW FUCKING DARE YOU.
I’m already tired.
I’ve been managing my reactions.
Not upsetting myself or those around me.
And now THIS?
Whatever “this” is, it’s not your fault.
Your anger at “this” is reasonable. Especially given the work you’ve already done looking after yourself.
Be kind. Swear a little. Maybe punch a balloon or something.