You are lucky if you can study for psychology without being triggered by a clinical description in your textbook.
If you don't see parts of yourself in every diagnosis.
If you can memorize the diagnostic criteria for depression any other way than by checking off the symptom list.
If you have the luxury of having to speculate what it might be like to be suicidal.
If you are able to say, "Maybe they should just get over themselves."
You are immensely lucky if you can sing along to twenty one pilots without feeling as if your soul is fracturing because of their honesty.
If you have never saved a song or a quote or a text from someone special, thinking, "This might save my life next time."
If you have never run off alone into the night, hearing the steps of all the ghosts chasing you that you still aren't and never will be rid of.
If you have never had to hide letter openers and X-Acto blades.
If you are able to live for the now and not worry about where you might be the next time things go wrong.
If you aren't afraid of cycles.
If you aren't afraid of yourself.
You are so unbelievably lucky if you have never been afraid of what might happen in the hours you aren't quite there.
Take care of yourself. You will turn out just fine.
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