Story by Mari Ebert
Some days, I don’t want to get out of bed. I feel like I could sleep for hours and hours and still not be able to shake the exhaustion and weariness that has seeped into my body and lingered like a hazy fog.
Some days, the very thought of having to wash dishes, load laundry, pick up toys, and run a vacuum is more than I can handle, so they don’t get done.
Some days, I don’t want to talk. So please don’t ask me to. Some days, I don’t want to put a smile on my face and pretend that I’m okay when I’m not.
Some days, I feel so much pressure. It’s almost suffocating. Pressure to be an amazing mother. Pressure to be a good wife. Pressure to be the best teacher. Pressure to please everyone all the time. Pressure to look a certain way. Pressure to keep up with my friends and not miss out on anything.
Some days, I feel numb. Some days, I feel empty. Some days, I feel terrified. Some days, I feel worried. Some days, I feel sorry for myself.
Some days, I don’t want to feel guilty for feeling all these things. Some days, it’s okay to have a bad day. You see, the bad days aren’t every day.
Most days, things are good. Most days, I’m healthy and happy and I can breathe. Most days, I know I’m strong enough to gather up the broken pieces of the bad days, put myself back together, and come out whole again on the other side.
Most days, I’m thankful for the amazing things I’ve been blessed with in my life, and I remind myself to focus on them and the rest will eventually sort itself out.
Today is a bad day, and that’s perfectly okay. It’s okay because deep down, I know my worth, I have people who love me, and I have faith.
So when I have a bad day like today, please don’t ask me if I’m fine. Just let me feel tired, and worried, and terrified, and unmotivated, and numb, and sad.
I’m not fine today. But I know I will be tomorrow. 
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