Self-Talk

[greenstorm]

Come on, Greenie. 24 hours and you can crash and burn as deep as you need to. Just hold it together till then. You are loved. Things will be alright. Twenty-four hours. If you bug him hard enough Angus will lend you some snuggles before he returns to his script, you can sleep a bit, tomorrow you can listen to biology lectures and aphex twin and Jack Johnson and write & sleep in the car, you can stand on the front of the ferry in the wind and wash yourself clean, just hold it together till then. There's nothing happening to you right now that won't be fine in a month; holding it together for one more day in the face of that is easy, right? The veil is parting, but if you keep blades away from it, it won't tear quite yet.

Get another hour of sleep. Get two. Get three.

There's nothing that needs to be done that you can do when you're like this anyhow.

Rest.