Everymorning

Every morning I am grateful that the day begins again. I am grateful that my son wakes up whole and healthy. I am grateful to wake up in this home with my people. I am grateful to be with the ones I love.

These days I struggle so much with feeling worthy. What does that even mean? Hopelessness and a grey lethargy claw at me apathetically, and I doubt constantly. Doubt. The past echoes in my mind, the words of every unwise thing I've ever said or done rearing up to remind me that I am the architect of my own misery. 

I know it's all mindset, and I know it's possible to be different if you want to be. So I take a breath and remember gratitude. Today I will remember to breathe. Today I will remember not to sink down. Today I will not give in. Today I will not give up.