Good morning! I can feel it in my bones, it is going to be a good one. Or maybe it’s indigestion, I’ll let you know.
I am spending the day with my cousins, sister, and grandparents, and wow having everyone here is amazing. But lately I’ve been feeling quite down. It’s amazing how we get so wrapped up in situations. How the smallest things can take a week from you, inducing crying every night. I know for me, my mind can take the smallest thing and spin it into a very big thing. But no matter how bad it gets, it has taken me awhile to accept it, but the world is still taking it’s trips around the sun. The world hasn’t ended, I’m still breathing, still questioning whether I feel a good day in my bones or it’s indigestion.
I fall privy to the fault of doing this… and often. I am at fault for causing more drama than I am worth. I realize this, and want to fix it. I know this was something I did often when my depression began to hit. I wanted to focus on something bigger and more “drama filled” then what was going on inside my head.
My mom reminded me yesterday,
“In 48 hours you’ll look back and think, ‘Wow what was I thinking!?'”
And she’s right. It sucks but the days we feel terrible will soon be just a yesterday. You just gotta get to tomorrow.