Some days I am inexplicably happy and some days I am unreasonably sad.
Some mornings I wake up ready to face the day and other mornings I can’t bear the thought of getting out of bed.
Sometimes I check off everything on my to do list and sometimes I just stand in the shower and cry.
Occasionally, I face my fears and do things that scare me. Most of the time I hide under my covers and hope that sleeping will make those fears disappear.
A lot of times I pretend I’m doing okay when I’m not. Always, I hate that I do that.
Every once in awhile I long for the day to just end so that perhaps tomorrow will feel better.
And every single day I am glad I have been given the chance to fight again.