Every morning, when I wake up, I struggle.

Sometimes, I struggle physically. On days when my body doesn’t agree with me, when my body aches or my muscles are stiff, staying immobile in bed feels like a better proposition than getting up. Even getting out of bed and standing up feels like an ordeal.

Sometimes, I struggle mentally. When I open my eyes my mind seems surprised by my continued existence, and seems to struggle to find out what I am doing here, alive and awake. I struggle to remember all the goals and dreams that seemed so clear yesterday.

Sometimes, I struggle emotionally. I wonder why this isn’t easier, and why I don’t get a immediate burst of joy when I wake up. Why does it have to be so hard?

But I get up anyway.