Sometimes it's a problem you wake up to that starts the mood for the day. Everyone's got one - sometimes more than one. It just happens in what seems like a rush of emotions and before you know it, faster than you can even process it sometimes, everyone's settled down and moved on to their distractions or tasks of the day.

Then we, you... I? We just drift along in a fog for a while to whatever destination. People see it on our faces that the mask is a little loose today, some even say something about it. We'll try to brush it off but the mask slips a little further, "Just a bad start to the day, I'm fine though." *Woops.* Now it's time to talk about it... or is it? Maybe we'll deflect a little, or forcus more on a task to be done for now...

...and it just feels so..*ugh!* Right? It's not a hostile intent, but a grey blandness that forces the walls up and keeps us locked in a state of just being mentally drained of keeping the positive thoughts going, and we start to pick ourselves apart. Even around the people who want to help but... *ugh*... can't.

We've pulled through it ourselves before, though. Always have to. *There's always tomorrow* We repeat to ourselves, *No one can keep you up but you.* It's a prayer at this point, really. We, you I? We believe it, mostly. Kind of. It does help for the most part.

Thanks for stopping by, friend.