Days are coming and days are going, some are good, some are bad. some nights I sleep great, other nights I won’t even close my eyes. sometimes I can go out and walk my dogs, other days I just want to be in bed under the blankets. Sometimes I’m scared to even get in the shower, other days I can’t wait for summer and the pool.

Sometimes I’m scared thinking I’ll never get better, other days I tell myself “ I CAN DO THIS”

Sometimes I tell my therapist “ I’m losing my mind , I don’t feel I can do it anymore” other days I tell her how good I’ve been feeling.

Some days she tells me it’s okay to feel bad and to cry if I need to, other days, like today, she tells me “it’s a journey and you are in a great path”

And are those the days that remind me, I can do this.