Some days I feel like climbing mountains, other days I feel like falling off those same mountains.
Some days I feel like living my best life, other days I feel like a failure.
Some days I feel like flying high, other days I feel like collapsing beneath me.
Some days I feel like singing, other days my irritation arises stronger than seems possible.
Some days everything in me wants to leap, other days everything in me feels numb and I crumble.
Some days my joy overtakes me, other days I can’t stop the tears from falling.
Some days are heavy.
And some days are light.
Some days seem like a burden. A burden that never lifts. A burden that never lightens.
People always say that everyday is a new day, but what if everyday is heavy? What if everyday is hard? Why would I want a new day? Everyday is a new day doesn’t sound very appealing then. I don’t know what everyday will bring. I don’t know if it will be heavy or light or hard or easy. Sure, I know I am loved and cared for. But most days it’s hard to feel loved when all you want to do is disappear. I try to look back and remind myself of the light days. The days when I do feel loved. The days when I do feel warm. Those are the days I try to remember, even when all that seems worth remembering is the moment. The moment of breath. The moment when the world seems easy and light. But those days are far and in between. Those are just some days.
Erica Paige 