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It’s okay to feel all the things. Apprehensive, angry, jaded, miserable, resilient, resourceful, exhausted, hopeless, quiet, loudly outraged, desperate, lonely, weary, frustrated, small. It’s okay to feel all the things you’re feeling right now.
It’s okay to not know what to say, to others nor to yourself. It’s okay to change your mind and your mood and your coping mechanisms.
It’s okay to not bake fucking banana bread, not learn a language, not do Zoom calls every damn day, not take gong baths or virtual whatevers. It’s okay to not feel you have to do all the things other people are pretending to love doing on social media.
It’s okay to sit in your pyjamas eating crisps with your unkempt lockdown hair. It’s okay to leave the dishes. It’s okay to burrow into your duvet and let the world spin madly on around you.
It’s okay not to be okay. It’s okay to take some time for you, to sit with all the feels and hold yourself in that space. And it’s okay to remind yourself you’ve survived all your worst days to date, and this too shall pass.
I love you. Now you love you too. 
