I woke up this morning in one of those weirdly positive moods and it hit me that those of us with mental health problems aren't any less deserving of love no matter how much we might think it sometimes (I at least think it a fair bit)

I've never looked at someone with an amputated limb, a pace maker, or kidney problems and thought pffft they come with more baggage, be much easier to wait around and find someone else without those problems. 

So why do I think it about myself?! 

I'm going to try and remember this every time I'm low and thought I'd share.