I almost didn’t make it to work to work today. But I did.
I almost didn’t make it the whole way through the day. But I did.
I’m tired and exhausted and worn out. I want to not move and sleep for a week. I feel like I’m watching parts of myself spiral away from me. Medication kicks my ass Every. Single. Time. it changes.
But I’m still here, and I made it through the day. And I’ll make it through tomorrow too.