Today is a day without. One day when I look like the evil twin of the one I was in this photo, however, taken just yesterday.
A day of exhaustion, a day when I want to go out and hug my friends tightly, laughing while crying and crying with laughter while drinking his mother, a day when I want to make love when I die exhaustion or dehydration or both, a day when I can do nothing more, to cook, to do the fucking school at home because here it is that in 2 weeks the holidays, never to be alone, to fail to move forward, to work, to tidy up, to sort.
Not being able to write, create, produce.
Not to live this romantic confinement alone with a cat, then come out casually with a bestseller under your arm.
It’s not because I usually show you the beautiful to send you good waves by the thousands that there is no dark. On the contrary.
And it’s not because there are shadows today that I don’t know that tomorrow will be bright.
Yes, you can make your own homemade bread in the morning and whine on your tiled ball in the afternoon, you can do yoga 3 days in a row and be a rag in your pajamas the next 3, you have the right, you are alive, we are human, we do our best mess.
Stop judging yourself and stop judging others, stop believing that everyone is doing better than you.
We are all sometimes Beyoncé, sometimes a fucking ersatz mop, just it is more difficult to Instagram in option B. And, according to the therapist of a friend of mine who I will keep quiet name: "We are not sublime every day". Otherwise, surely we would be fucked.
Be gentle, gentle, with yourself, with others, and if you are a finished cone. So much the better, you have a great margin of progression it is beautiful, and time to elevate yourself.
And then if you are not confined, I will be there behind to make you big hugs and # Boobstherapies to die for, when you are wrung, especially to you my dear ex-nursing colleagues, because I know it me what it is to see death kidnap those we have sworn to cure before our helpless eyes.
Love on you.
Muriel
This text was originally published on Muriel's instagram account @merebordel