Last night I curled up on the couch hoping that maybe, just maybe, if I could fold into myself tight enough I would simply cease to exist.
Today I got up, put on three layers of clothing plus rain gear, and took a walk with a friend.
Came home, did laundry, and went running.
I showered, dried my hair, did my make up, put on a dress, and went out the door for dinner with friends. Just like we planned.
Some days I feel like every activity takes every ounce of motivation, of effort, of energy I can possibly give. But I did them anyway. And that is such an incredible accomplishment.