At Least Remember Tacos

You’re never alone.

No, seriously.

Yes, you.

I don’t care what horrible thing you think makes you special. I’ve been through some bad shit; my parents went through worse. I got friends who are going through impossible circumstances and somehow managing to love one another and share laughs, and still trying to help the world around them.

Oh, but it was something bad that you did? You’re still beautiful; I don’t care.

Own up to who you are. But own up to all of it, please. Remember that you love dogs, or your kids or your parents, or tacos. Remember those amazing people who make tacos and think how grateful you could be for them. There’s someone out there just like you who is so down on their-self right now that the only thing they can think of is that they love tacos. Feel compassion for that person right now. And then – feel compassion for you.

I can’t figure out how to embed this, but here’s a bit by Maria Bamford on why you don’t need to hate yourself.