Today is one of those. Depression and sleep deprivation from changing my medications and not being used to them and not knowing if it’s the right combination. And grief. Still with the grief from the loss of my relationship, now over a year ago.
There were so many things I wanted to do today. I just can’t. I’m going to bed. But I did survive.
Broken Saints 
Hugs to you for surviving, sweet friend. Hang in there, take just one day at a time. Every day you move forward, hug yourself. It is like a victory each day you make it. Just take one day at a time. Even if you have to spend the day in bed. Big Hugs.