Some days are easier than others. Some days anxiety presses hard, and there are no reasons to attack and therefore nothing to fix it. Some days it takes will to move. Some days there isn’t enough will to move. Anxiety sucks, y’all. I’m gritting through today, but it’s hard and it’s so stupid that I feel stupid. But I will find grace for myself and breathe. I’ll have to reward myself tonight for the few things I was able to do.