Worries and insecurities are pushing their way into my thoughts, and I just wish I could stay in bed.
I don't feel like talking to anyone.
I don't feel like thinking about things.
I don't feel like facing the day.
But despite how I feel, I somehow manage to get up.
I do my chores. I send a text. I write.
And although I don't feel as strong as I'd like to feel, I'm fighting the fight.
Because regardless of how bad things get, a bad day does not make a bad life.
And it's the doing of these little things - in the midst of my bad day- that will eventually make me strong.
So I press on.
It's okay to have bad days, friends, everybody does.
What matters most is how we face them.