Bad Days

There is no cure. Somedays are worse than others, and on the really bad days the only thing you can do is push through.

Using every ounce of energy in me I force my legs out of the covers and sit on the bed willing myself to get up. I finally have the energy to do so only to collapse again once firmly placed in the shower. The water trickles down on me and I dont move letting it wash me away. I go through the motions of washing myself, my hair and my face. I am numb. I turn the water off as it becomes cold and step out drying myself. I stand there just gazing at the ground, feeling nothing. I think to myself, that is enough doing for today. I head back to my bed and curl up in a ball. Today is a bad day, like many I have struggled with. There is no cure and I can't make it go away. I just lay here and feel everything and nothing all at once. Trying my hardest not to feed the thoughts that surface, trying to force them away, shut them out. It's no use though, they come and go as they please. Today is a bad day, I am just trying to make it through.