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This Moment Will Pass

I got up this morning to care for my dogs and returned to my dungeon; the bed. Oversleeping wasn't anything new. I woke up feeling restless as if I didn't get restful sleep but again this wasn't anything new. Yet, I told myself this moment will pass.  I decided I wasn't going to waste the day in bed. I put one foot in front of the other and forced myself into my health routine. 


I told myself to take the medicine. Yes! I did something towards my wellness ritual. Reminding myself I'm a warrior and was not alone. Reflecting on everyone who wants to see me excel - my son, my peers in recovery, and late mother and spiritual family, and those who support me. "I'm a warrior and I'm not alone," I recited over and over again. 


I'll take a shower to feel better. Check! - I did it. I thought about what generally helps so I got moving. I took a brisk walk around the block. It helped a little. Tackling the dishes and other household chores. I praised The Creator and repeated different affirmations. I took another walk. I can do this. I'm winning the fight against my depression.

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