I spent a majority of my morning and afternoon in bed. It has just been one of those days…I woke up feeling extremely anxious and depressed, and I didn’t feel like doing anything productive. These devils tend to do this to me often. They convince me that isolation is the only answer. That I’m not enough. That my dreams are too far from reach.
But even on days when I feel like staying in bed and sulking, I force myself to find a tiny piece of strength in me and take it one step at a time….and be proud of myself for doing so. Although it does seem like an extremely small accomplishment, I eventually did make it out of bed and took the first step.
Be proud of yourself for each of those micro-victories, because no one else knows what it took to get there.