Sometimes the voices in my head get bullied by the voices in my stomach.

Social media is proof that even mental hospitals have WiFi.

I told my psychiatrist I’ve been hearing voices lately. He told me I don’t have a psychiatrist.

My therapist says he can’t take any more of my talk and that I should join a group. So, here I am.

Deleting my mental health to focus on social media.

My mental health is as reliable as a flashlight in a horror film.

Always stay crazy. Otherwise you’ll go crazy.

Me as the therapist: “Listen, just take a nap!”

The only reason I haven’t gone crazy yet is because I’m just too lazy.

Therapy isn’t enough. I need to run my brain through the dishwasher.

Only thing that can cure my depression is $500 million.

I’m gonna start telling men I know a spot and it’s just me dropping them off at therapy.

I didn’t really mind the voices in my head until one of them started their own podcast.

Insanity runs in my family. It practically gallops.

Doing an hour of self-care after 23 hours of self-destruction.

Here’s to another day of outward smiles and inward screams.

Life hack: give yourself 8 to 12 hours of alone time in the morning to mentally prepare for the day.

Self-esteem’s so bad my fantasies are hurting my feelings.

My stress stresses me out to the point where I’m too stressed to deal with my stress.

Due to intense brain fog all of my thoughts have been grounded until further notice.