Self-love training is a lot like potty training. Sure, you can go full Tarzan and run shit-caked through the jungles, letting your stank ass reek up a five-mile radius. Or, orrrrrrr, you can properly learn how to clean yourself up like a grown-ass human. The same goes for emotional regulation. You can either swing out of control like a vine-hopping Tarzan, or you can learn how to tame your strange with some pretty simple steps for properly managing your emotional needs.
How I Turn Tarot Reading From Spiritual Hokery To Psych Therapy Without Summoning 666 Casper’s To Fuck Up My Vibe. Gasp About It, Why Don’t You *insert eye roll of no-shits-given*
You know about tarot cards, right? What’ve you been living under a rock?! Of course you know about tarot cards. But what you’ve probably been exposed to is a bunch of spiritual fuckery that presents as “witch-bitch Betty” parading about like she owns the afterlife and all its sordid residents, talking to “spirit” on YouTube while she tells you if/when you’ll ever meet your “twin flame/soulmate/hokey-pokey-true love” but only AFTER you buy 3 love spells, 6 private readings, and at least 10 homemade candles that are really bulk-buys at a Dollar Tree but shhhhhhhh about all that or you’ll spoil her profit margin. Ahhh, witch-bitch Betty. Now where was I…