Every day feels like a struggle for me. I wake up feeling exhausted, even though I went to bed at a reasonable time the night before. I drag myself out of bed and get ready for the day, trying to shake off the feeling of heaviness that seems to weigh me down.
I try to push through it, telling myself that it's just a temporary feeling and that I'll eventually shake it off. But no matter how hard I try, the struggle persists. It feels like I'm fighting an uphill battle, and I'm not sure how much longer I can keep going.
But despite all of this, I keep going. I know that the struggle won't last forever, and that there are brighter days ahead. I hold onto hope, and I try to find moments of hap...