Sometimes toxic positivity sneaks up on us.

My opinion is that the whole “you’ll know what to do when it feels right” is a sneaky version of “stay positive.”

Sometimes the right thing to do doesn’t feel right.

Sometimes it feels horrible.

Maybe because we’re in the process of breaking through coping mechanisms born of trauma and change is painful and terrifying.

Maybe because the thing we have to do to keep our soul intact isn’t what others want from us and they experience that as painful and we don’t want them to feel pain.

Maybe because it’s just really fucking hard.

Don’t buy into the idea that that what feels good and safe must necessarily be right, or that what feels gross and icky and awful must necessarily be wrong.

(Drink some water.)