Sometimes it's hard to get out of bed, brush my hair, breathe, focus, smile. Performing tasks I'm expected to do daily seems impossible. Work, laundry, clean, make dinner. I forget everything and worry about everything and have basically been a mess lately. I've legitimately had pajamas on since I got home from work and can't muster up the energy to workout or do anything productive. And I'm all outta shits to give about it, too.
But sometimes we just gotta trudge through the bad days. Makes us appreciate the good ones so much. I know I'm a lucky person. Nothing and nobody is perfect. The grass is always greener. We all suffer in our own ways, it just varies person to person.
Just wanted to be a real person for a sec instead of doing that "happy ray of perfect sunshine life" some people do on social media sometimes.