When you’ve been so very sad, for so very long, it becomes increasingly difficult to leave your bed.

Nights are unbearable.

A restless mind full of painful thoughts brings nothing but fitful sleep.

The morning light makes the demons scatter, leaving you finally at peace, but unfortunately real life calls and you’re forced to face another day running on sheer will.

The problem is, how do you keep going when you’re slowly losing the will to do anything?

Every day I wake up later and later not even caring about how much time I’ll have to get ready to make it to work.

Some days I make it by nine on the dot, other days I get in at five past.

I don’t even bother apologizing.

But today I did it.

Today I tried.

Today I remembered I have a dog that needs exercise or he’ll just get sick and depressed.

So I forced myself to get up.

And for the first time in months I was reminded of the beauty of an early spring morning. Cold and bright and full of life.

And that’s what I’ve been missing.