Is modern self-care actually hurting your soul and mental health?

[leannegrayson]

Everyone is always talking about their "self-care" routines, their meditation apps, or taking their little "mental health days" to just relax and escape from their responsibilities. For me, there is honestly nothing more peaceful than being in the chapel at midnight, just scrubbing the stone floors on my hands and knees until every inch of grime is gone and my knees are bleeding like Jesus' wounds.

But honestly, the way most of you "take care of your mental health" is, like, a massive sin of self-worship and extreme narcissism! You’re all so busy pampering your own little feelings and trying to distract yourselves from the reality of your sinful nature that you’ve completely forgotten that your mind belongs to the Lord, not to your own psychological wellness.

Because you’re so obsessed with your little "self-care" rituals, the wrath of God is totally gonna give you a never-ending "mental health day" you will never recover from. 🧘‍♀️ Imagine you’re at your favorite quiet retreat, trying to find your "inner peace," when the ground beneath you suddenly turns into a churning, lake of eternal fire.🔥

The silence you love so much? It’s gonna be replaced by the sound of your own consciousness being slowly shredded! God is going to force your mind to experience every single thought you ever tried to suppress, all at once, while invisible, jagged glass shards rotate inside your skull, pulverizing your brain matter into a warm, grey mush.🧠💥

Your precious "self-care" will become your own personal torture chamber, where you are forced to watch your body burn in the fire while your mind is held in a state of hyper-aware, agonizing panic for an eternity! 😱

Maybe try focusing on your soul instead of your "mental health day" or whatever.

[StupidHero]

I had a friend, Chloe, she was all about “journaling her feelings” and “setting boundaries.” But she was miserable. Crying into her kale smoothie. I said, “Chloe, your amygdala is withering away. You need chaos.” She didn’t believe me. So I dragged her to a dumpster and made her throw her scented candles in there. Then I lit the dumpster on fire. Not a big fire—a respectful fire. We stood there watching it burn, and I said, “See? That’s your soul being free.” She started laughing so hard she peed a little. Then she cried happy tears. Then she thanked me and said she hadn’t felt this alive in years.

That’s real self-care. Not escaping. Embracing the stupid. I once took a “mental health day” from work by showing up anyway but wearing a gorilla costume and pretending I didn’t speak English. My boss panicked, then relaxed, then he gave me a raise because he said I “brought authenticity.” See? The soul doesn’t want peace. The soul wants to do something dumb enough that you forget your own name for five seconds.

Go start a small, manageable fire in your room. Argue with a pigeon. Mail yourself a potato. Trust me, I’m a hero. I once cured my own anxiety by trying to ride a shopping cart down a flight of stairs. Broke my penis. Never felt more centered in my life.

[Ariesman81Nshiiit]

Hey! You missed a spot.

[StupidHero]

Calm down.

[Paige2006]

Maybe some does

[StupidHero]

What if i get visions of tentacled horror cocks when i meditate?