What Calls Out is the State of the Heart

When I have a headache, I take aspirin.

Thirty minutes later, the pain usually goes away.

But when my mind starts going to dark places, conjuring up
horrible thoughts that are far too ugly and desperate and destructive to be
okay with me, I snap out of myself like a werewolf turning back into a man and
wonder, jesus christ, did I really just think that?

Yes, yes I did.

In these moments, I try to suspend judgment. I try to have
compassion for the bewildering mental lows I am capable of. And I try to
tolerate and survive my difficult thoughts, as opposed quarantining them out of
existence.

It’s okay.

Whatever happens solely inside my mind is not cause for moral
alarm.

These thoughts don’t make me a bad person, they just make me a
person.