Pfft, and they say journaling your feelings is supposed to help.

Male privilege is thinking that as I’m walking home from the subway station, it’s a perfectly good idea to drive your car up on the sidewalk, nearly running me over - just so you can yell sexual things at me.

Male privilege is getting angry at me when I ignore you and walk away. It’s stopping your car on the side walk and opening your door and yelling insults at me. Because, in your world, I owe you attention.

In all actuality, I owe you nothing, you disgusting piece of garbage.

Message to self:

You are okay.

Self-care sometimes means dancing around in your underwear.

To all the individuals who can openly talk about their triggers and what makes them uncomfortable; my hat goes off to you. 
I look up to you with pure admiration and, yes, slight elements of jealousy.

I realize that we’re all on our own journey. However, it shows some serious self-acceptance, self-love, and self-care to say, “Hey, this makes me uncomfortable”.

For some, it can be a very difficult thing to achieve.  

This is what self-care means at almost 2am. ;)

Tonight, self care means:
- tea
- watching economics lectures on YouTube
- bursting out into song, when necessary