Yes, I should go see a counselor... My father died recently and I can't tell if I'm coping or not.
Yes, I should probably take anxiety medication... Or something, because these nightmares have been going on for a month straight.
Yes, I should go see a doctor instead of ignoring the obvious cries of distress from my body... Except I can't right now because work cut my hours and I've lost my health insurance.
Yes, I should not cut myself... Which I haven't for a long time, but I still get the urge every time I get stressed.
Yes, I should not throw up... Which I don't really do anymore, because I found someone who claims to like my body the way it is.
Yes, I should not be me... Because I want to experience more of this world, and I can't if I'm stuck.
Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. But I am
I wrote Self Contained Arguments about 2 years ago, and reflecting on it recently inspired me to produce this updated version. Things haven't progressed the way I'd hoped they would, but since I've always been a realist I'm sure past me wouldn't be too surprised to hear that.