I’m okay.

I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay.

I’m okay.

I used to have to write that in my journals all the time, or just write it on a piece of paper and throw it away, or on a whiteboard, whatever. I don’t really remember how many times I did it. There were on and off periods, when I was in puberty, and after that it’s just resurfaced every once in a while.

I actually had/have a lot of affirmations that I probably don’t do enough.

You’re good enough. You’re good enough. You’re good enough. You’re good enough.

You’re safe. You’re safe. You’re safe.

You’re calm. You’re calm. You’re calm.

You’re loved. You’re loved. You’re loved.

You’re safe. You’re safe. You’re safe.

You’re perfect the way you are. You are the Kesha you want to see in the world. And also the Sia and Miss Eaves and Lizzo and Regina Spektor and Sarah Bareilles and Virginia Woolf and Simone de Beauvoir and whoever else, obviously it’s a long list…

And then when that doesn’t work, I just breathe. Sometimes all you can do is remember to breathe.

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