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Hold On- There's Hope

Lights out for at least five hours yesterday- that was my second nap. Thank God I'm getting through these dreadful issues a little better today. Stay away from the bed- I tell myself, even if I lie on the couch, it's beats being in the bed all day. 

    I'm grateful I had enough energy to get out of bed. I had pressing errands to run. And, my outing led me to enjoy the weather, I felt the warmth of the sun on my skin. For a moment I felt at ease.

    When I reached out for support my phone rang almost immediately, and I felt happy. I caught a glimpse of joy by talking to a friend. Their listening ear, and their triumphs over a poor situation, which they shared gave me hope- tomorrow might be a better day.

   I was having a bad day, but it changed. I caught moments of happiness and peace overrode it. I always tell myself- I aim for peace over happiness because happiness is fleeting. Today was evidence of that. I had so many happy moments that brightened my day, and they turned into peace.

    I believe I will feel even better tomorrow... My day started rough, but it's turning around and gaining momentum in the right direction.

    My body told me I was depleted of the energy that generally makes me, me. My  mind told me it was a bad day. But the events shifted in my favor and abruptly changed. My day had a hard "reset." And, my demeanor and spirit of life was rejuvenated.

    Therefore, for individuals who are having bad days hold on! Stay out of bed. Let others know you need support and check-ins and sorts. Go outside and get a glimpse of the weather and nature. Make sure you eat something and don't forget to take your medicine. Consider drinking more water, taking vitamins such as B12 and vitamin D.

Also, talk to Him and give thanks. There's hope for better days.


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