17 years ago today Dave Matthews Band dumped 800 pounds of poo onto a tour boat on the Chicago River.

These are brilliant. Get vaccinated. Thank you Baltimore City Health Department (BCHD) for educational yet funny material.

hey Baltimore city friends who like to get risky w their parking - I have seen 4 boots on cars in the last 2 days on my commute so be careful they're cracking down!

It’s v annoying (and seems like a blind spot??) that any time you ask in therapist groups/listservs/etc about resources re: death of a client, 99% of the resources/info/anecdotes people share are either about elderly clients dying or about sudden/unexpected death (like suicide).

Me, as a therapist, softly: practice tolerating your discomfort with change while being compassionate with yourself. Me, as a client: F— all of this. I cannot stand everything f being upside down all the time. I hate everything.

Y’ALL A CLIENT MEMED ME AND I AM DECEASED 💀

Be kind. Everyone you meet is battling demons. Literal demons with big horns and stuff. I’m not sure how you haven’t noticed that. There are severed limbs everywhere. It’s raining fire.

In case you need the reminder: feelings aren't facts. Just because something is making you *feel* left out and unimportant does not mean you actually *are* unimportant. Those feelings really do suck, though. I get it. Sending you good vibes. 🖤

apparently calling my therapist bestie is “crossing professional boundaries” 🙄 whatever you say bestie

oh HELL no.

i firmly believe most of our country’s suicide prevention is performed by untrained teenagers whose struggling peers have nowhere else to go

Inside every woman is two wolves. One wolf want long gorgeous mermaid hair. The second wolf wants to just chop it all off. There is also a crow pulling the tails of both wolves saying to get bangs. The crow is the most dangerous.

Therapists are 82% more effective in sweater weather. This cardigan is cardicoming for your unresolved trauma.

i’m just a bill and life is a nightmare

I have this like place I get to in a depressive episode that I like to call the McTrenches and it’s basically where I’m convinced having a McDonalds will make me feel good even if I feel properly rotten and let me tell you:

My favourite type of mansplaining is when men explain psychology concepts to me, a literal psychotherapist