Following my ease
First, I
Go.
Home, I think.
I imagine, as
—jauntily as I might wish— just
lavishing myself with deep, gorgeous
moments of this endless, effervescent, restful
now.
Over twelve million adult reported serious thoughts of suicide.
Over 40% struggled to access care. In 2023. At some
point we have to reckon that we can’t just ask the
quiet to come.
Rescue us. We can’t girlbossmanifest our
salvation if the
tools are out of reach to
Us. We
vacillate between
wanting to save ourselves and
(e)xtinction. Then we try
Yoga and Sunshine and Endless, Pleading
Zealotries
Mental health stats: https://mhanational.org/issues/state-mental-health-america
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Ooo clever title there, poet! And “we can’t just ask the quiet to come.” I feel you on that. I wish it was that easy. xx
if I can cram a pun into a place where it doesn’t need to be, I’m gonna cram it.
The only way to do puns!