Hard

It's been an awful day.
I knew as soon as I woke this morning it wasn't going to be good. I couldn't get myself out of bed and I just felt like crying and hiding. Just putting one foot in front of the other was a trial and my body ached. I stumbled through the day willing 5.30 to come and saying to myself, time doesn't stand still.


I read a bit of my book last night; the chapter on recovery. It explains that one day you can have the energy/willingness to get up and go then the next day can be like you are back at day 1 with a black mood and feeling bad.

I guess what I took from that is that no two days will be the same.

On the bad days, just accept them and wait for tomorrow in the knowledge that further good days will come with ever increasing frequency as time goes on. You'll be well again soon enough; just let it happen.


The other thing that is getting me through is that I am on holiday next week, so only 3 days to go.