You wake up and the melancholy consumes you. All you want is to turn off the lights, tug the blanket tighter around your body, numb the pain, silence the world for just a little longer.
But you don’t.
You get out of bed, make it neat and tidy. Strip down and climb under the stream of the warm water. You towel off, brush your hair, throw on clothes, apply your makeup, put on a coat, climb into your car.
And you think to yourself… I did it.
It was a small victory, but it was a baby step.
And those matter.