I can't share the rest of my writing for today, but for now- here is how today's thoughts start:
My eyes are puffy and swollen because sometimes the days are long and the path is jagged. I keep trying to tell myself between falling tears that night always promises morning. But when you’re in the night with no rest to be found, morning feels like a distant memory instead of yesterday. When you’re in the night with no rest to be found, morning seems to stretch miles into the distance instead of tomorrow.