Some days go so well for me, but today was not one of those days.
Often I feel relaxed and free; today I became anxious over the smallest things.
Mostly I sleep well; last night I was awake late into the night.
Usually I am energetic; today my legs felt like lead.
My appetite is typically big; I had to force myself to eat a sandwich tonight.
I have learned to hold my head high; today I kept seeing the floor.
So much of my soul already healed; today that felt far from the truth.
A small consolation: I have not felt suicidal for 3 weeks and am 6 months clear of self-harm.
In spite of today, my progress is better now than it ever has been.