Fucked up in the head vs. fucked up in the heart.

It’s okay to be fucked up in the head.

We all are twisted by grief, bent by shame, wired wrong by childhoods we barely survived.  The mind is a labyrinth of trauma, illusions, and echoing voices not our own.  You forget things that mattered, and remember things that should have killed you.  You make promises at midnight and break them by morning, and still, you’re human.  This chaos of thoughts, this hurricane of anxieties, regrets, and chemical storms and it doesn't damn you.

It makes you real.

But when you’re fucked up in the heart, that’s when the rot sets in. That’s when cruelty becomes casual, and compassion is mocked like weakness.  When someone else’s suffering makes you feel powerful, not responsible.  When you choose to lie when the truth would cost you nothing.  When you forget how to be kind, not because you’re hurting, but because you just don’t care.  Being broken in the head means you’re still fighting something.  Being broken in the heart means you’ve stopped.  Stopped seeing others as sacred, stopped recognizing the weight of your own shadow.

We all limp through this life, bloodied and baffled, but the only ones beyond saving are those who’ve chosen to feel nothing. So hold your head, no matter how cracked, but protect your heart, or you’ll lose your soul.