The last few weeks have been rough.
Something in me has been straining towards happiness but it hasn’t come together.
I have found that the enemy of my joy is not my highest highs or my lowest lows, it is the slow repetition of middle ground.
It feels like the road back to better is too long. The journey saps the strength from my legs. I am so tired all of the time. I feel the weight of this struggle every second of everyday.
My steps are slow…but steady.
I wake up.
I get up.