Today has been a hard day. Today I am struggling. I barely got out of bed this morning. I felt sick. I felt tired. I felt exhausted mentally and physically. Today is a bad day.
But I did get up. I got dressed. I had breakfast. I took a shower. I volunteered for two hours. I functioned. Even though it was hard. I got out. I tried.
I am a phoenix. When the weight of the world bares down upon me, I burst into flames only to be reborn from my ashes. Right now, as my husband reminds me, I am being reborn from what tore me down. And tore me apart. But I will rise again. And I will be fine.
Because I am strong. Because I have been here before, and will probably be here again. But I have survived each and every time. And I will survive this time. And I will climb my way back up, and find myself again. Because I am a warrior. I am a phoenix. Each time I am reborn I get stronger.
And healthier. And happier. And this time will be no different.