meditation for cuties like you

i’ve dealt with anxiety, depression, chronic illness, poverty, a fucking terrible rare disease that makes people view me as a freak. but somehow, i’m still here making shitty jokes about it while i meditate.

meditation isn’t necessarily just spiritual - it can be fully secular. it’s a tool, one you can use to stop spiraling when you’re three seconds away from hiding under the bed to scream and/or cry.

meditation isn’t mystical magical shit, it’s more like a reset button for your brain. even a few minutes of sitting with your chaos can make the dumpster fire seem less flammable. think of it as a mental poop knife: it cuts through the gunk clogging up your head, much the way a poop knife would clear your overflown terlit. nothing fancy is needed. you just need five minutes and the willingness to not punch yourself in the ass for wandering thoughts. that’s it. 

model: candy elle loves self-caring with a deeeeelicoous cup of earl grey, hot, like she learned from her dad… who once confessed he drinks it cuz of Captain Picard! 🥹