Each day is a day you can change.
They say. The memes, the Twitter re-tweeters, the fashion and fitness magazines. The painting with the quote on top.
Change is difficult when most change requires money, or as I think about it, almost all things require money. Real change means to the masses new clothes and a gym membership. A trip to find yourself. A new degree.
I want to change and I am not happy.
I feel like I am drowning in a puddle of despair but I can’t tell anyone that because their happiness is sparking and no one wants to hear about the bad. It might drown the sparkle..
I might just need a good nights sleep and tomorrow will look better.
But for now? Now I am pushing my nails in my wrists to leave marks to remind me that I am real.