- (no subject)
- November 17th, 2016
Most days I have my life well sorted out. My work, priorities and everything in between. A marvel in competence and efficiency, some may say. I say its almost like I have these good days to make up for the shit ones. The ones where I feel like every cell of my body is weeping in protest when I even so much as attempt to open my eyes in the morning. All the websites and the self help books tell me what to do in these scenarios. Get some sunshine, take a warm bath, immerse yourself in a hobby. But they fail to tell me how to get out of bed. On days when you feel so mentally exhausted with the world that you cant even bring yourself to drag the sheets that are pooled around your feet over you, when even the idea of taking a sip of the glass of water lying on the side table makes you feel weary, when you are paralyzed with how weary the world has made you feel. Tell me how to get out of bed. That’s all I ask you. Tell me how to fucking get out of bed.