I’m a private person except for when I’m publicly trauma dumping on social media.

I keep my mind active by worrying.

I’ll let you guys know if the psych ward has wifi.

Twitter is like a psych ward with no staff.

Deciding if I should heal or just give up and go completely insane.

Spotify wrapped is like my annual mental health report and it’s getting worse by each passing year.

I need a break from me.

An Advent Calendar for adults but behind every door is a different kind of anxiety medication.

I got a raise! On my meds dosage. But still.

Who needs therapy when you can gaslight yourself into thinking that everything is fine?

Anxiety should have a loyalty rewards program.

Traumatized people will navigate emergency situations with calm surety but then have an anxiety attack in a grocery store.

First they give you butterflies, then mental health problems.

The T in depression stands for the therapy places that are immediately available.

Maybe one day a street will be named after me. Or a school. Or a mental hospital.

I need someone to wring out my brain like a dishrag.

I hate having a ton of anxiety and no energy. It’s like having a tank full of gas and no engine.

Meds have done more for me than any man ever could.

Psych meds aren’t enough anymore. Hit me with a shovel.

I need a chiropractor for my brain.