This can be the hardest. Waking up to see a new day. Bad news or good ones? This will depend on the point of view you got.
Everyone says that a new day is something to always be grateful for. For one side I do feel that way. Other days everything seems difficult. My body is heavy, my mind is close, and is so hard to move. The worst is that everything is the same as yesterday. The weight of my worries is enormous as the days goes on. My face reflect more anguish. The morning became the reminder of my failure.
Life must go on. I will much like to stay in bed and cry my eyes out but that is not a privilege I have. I must keep my eyes dry and get up. I can feel worse about this but I must keep up. The people around me is here and they look for me. I will smile and walk away from my own reflection.