Sadly I’m often afflicted by heavy guilt. Last Sunday I decided it was too much and I engaged on a series of small acts to help me process my big collection of guilts. It can look like texting people back or reassuring yourself that you’re acted righteously or acknowledge you’re letting yourself be affected by outside judgment or shit talking someone to your friends or saying fuck it out loud. Journaling about it, shooting darts on a printed piece of paper, taking naps, making soup. Whatever it takes. You will know. It won’t always work, but it’s usually soothing. Guilt is a stupid feeling, I’m tired of feeding it.