hard days suck because…well, they’re hard. you have to fight for every damn minute, every second. the more you try to pull yourself out of your head, the deeper you get entrenched.
you want, with ferocious desperation, to throw in the towel. to quit. to allow yourself that one bad day.
but we all know how that goes: one bad day leads to a bad week, a bad month, and them bam! you’re down the rabbit hole all over again.
so yea, hard days suck. but when you get into bed after a hard day, a day that made you angry and frustrated and exhausted and maybe made you cry from one or all of the above emotions, maybe multiple times…you get into bed that night and realize, “okay well that sucked, a lot, but here I am, I’m still alive and functioning. today was hard…but I persevered.”
hard days suck. but they’re an amazing gift, because they force you to show your resilience. they are awesome in their difficulty, because they reveal inner strength you may have forgotten you had as you breezed through a series of wonderful, comparatively easy days (as I have been blessed with recently).
sometimes it’s not about how far down you fall, but about how high you fly when you bounce back up.