strained vocal chords are merely the very beginning of attempts of telling myself that i am worth more than this. i am messy and jumbled and i will never do my dishes within two days of using them or wash something other than my socks and underwear at the end of every week or speak in sentences that make sense outside of the corners of my brain, but that's okay.
Inspired by a poem by Brooke hellopoetry.com/poem/869019/dont-you-know/