Do not survive by merely eating of each day, a moving of sustenance from fork to mouth, but give thanks— this is what saves you from despair. I get it. Telling someone to give thanks can often be the equivalent of telling someone to stop being anxious. Or it can feel like self-gaslighting— “I’m supposed to be thankful for this *gestures at shitty situation*?!?” So please don’t take this poem as that.
This Is What Saves You
This Is What Saves You
This Is What Saves You
Do not survive by merely eating of each day, a moving of sustenance from fork to mouth, but give thanks— this is what saves you from despair. I get it. Telling someone to give thanks can often be the equivalent of telling someone to stop being anxious. Or it can feel like self-gaslighting— “I’m supposed to be thankful for this *gestures at shitty situation*?!?” So please don’t take this poem as that.