I am made of flail, not stupid.
I flail about many things. Some of them are very silly things and some of them are things that terrify me. One of the ones that terrified me was seeking help.
I am made of flail however, not of stupid, so I have gotten help.
I couldn’t have done it without The Wild Ones support, and I know that their support is what keeps me putting one foot in front of the other every day at the moment.
So here’s to my Wild One, for standing by me while shit is tough and reminding me day in and day out that I am loved and worth more than this.
