Lately I’ve felt like there are two Jamie Tartt’s battling for dominance in my head— “Coach, I’m me. Why would I want to be anything else?” Jamie and “I feel like I lost my wings Roy, where the fuck are me wings Roy!” Jamie. I’m done being wingless Jamie; why would I want to be anything else but me? 🤘🏻 (Yes, I’m depression-binge rewatching Ted Lasso for the 6th/7th/8th time, it’s FINE, happy January, fuck depression, mental health matters, and hug your friends the next time you see them. ☺️🥰)