Today I lifted a pen in hopes of reaching someone down on their last; tired of life. We don’t get a second chance once we are gone, but we do when we’re here. Today must be another fucked up day and it’s becoming unbearable, maybe because someone has you fucked up or maybe your job is taking all of you. I give you permission to take the rest of the day to yourself; take a mental health day and engage in some self-love, YOU Matter. Who cares about the work you have to finish, if quit today, they’ll have someone pick up where you left off. Who cares about the person unable to handle you at your worst, let them go, they’re no good for you and you have no more space for negativity; no space for misery. Love every inch of yourself at this moment and take into account that at this moment you’re becoming one with yourself and all of a sudden you’re able to breathe effortlessly. I give you permission to say “no” when you mean it. I give you permission to say “I won’t be able to make it” without an explanation and feel good about it. Pick a day! Any day and love the shit out of yourself because we often forget about how important it is to care for ourselves. We often forget that we only get one body and we need to treat it with so much love and care. Take care of yourself.