Some days, you wake up two and a half hours later than you normally do, and your usual drive to attack the week head on, is nowhere to be found. You can hardly get out of bed. You feel so fragile, and afraid.
Some days are days to just be still. To set aside your to-dos, to cry, to curl up in your favorite blanket, and try to heal. To let others care for you, because you don’t have the strength to care for yourself.
Today is one of those days.