I lost all of my favorite clothes recently. But if I put them on again It might feel like I'm stepping into unhappy times. I'm going to get new clothes. There's a lot of reasons to not like the things I lost and remembering how some never fitted right or didn't have pockets where I needed them or my ex picked them out, makes it easier to let them go.

I would be a robot if I didn't have any mental health issues. I'd be far more worse off if I refused to admit the brain is just another organ and it gets sick and has needs and is vulnerable just like any other part of a living creature. I'm afraid of, and for, people who insist they don't have any mental health concerns and never have and never will.