This is a Really Real Mental Health Post.
I had a really hard time getting out of bed this morning.
Like, drag myself by the scruff of the neck kicking and screaming kind of difficult.
It was a school morning, followed by therapy and I
But I did.
And when I got to school my chosen sister was there with her infant daughter and that made everything a little better. And class was quite interesting as usual and that made everything a little better. And therapy gave me a lot to work on and think about and that made everything a little better.
And then I got home and it was hot and stuffy in the house and I decided today was going to be the first day.
It’s one of my favorite days of the year. The first day that I get to air out the house after a long winter of everything closed up. The first day with the blinds open and the air blowing through.
I made calls that needed to be made, and washed dishes, and wrote an essay, and did lots of adulting all while hearing papers blowing off table tops in the house and kids yelling outside.
It’s 6:30pm and it’s just starting to get that chill in the air but it’s not time to close up yet, the sun is starting to go down, the light through the front windows is perfect, shadows cast across the living room floor.
It’s the first day. Maybe not the first day of spring yet, maybe not the last day of cold weather yet, but it’s that first day that lets me know that spring is coming and soon, soon I can pack away the coats and the winter clothes.
So, I had a really hard time waking up this morning, but I didn’t let it destroy the whole day. I didn’t let depression take hold today. I turned it around and made it a better day.
It’s the first day.