The weirdest part of growing up that no one ever talks about is this constant pressure to be happy.
This constant threat that if you are not completely put together in your later 20s that you are a failure.
The thought that your mental health should be perfect. You should have a perfect diet. With a perfect exercise routine. A perfect job. Traveling schedule. Perfect conscious.
Its exhausting always trying to be perfect. To be sane. To be this image.
I don’t know a single person that has it figured out.
We are all spinning around on this planet wondering what we are doing wrong. Exhausted.
The weirdest thing is not being allowed to say “there are times I am not OK.”
We just don’t have to be.