I hate when it happens, but it seems to come up when I least want it or expect it.
It’s a part of life we all need to expect and accept but yet I dread them each time they come.
The bad days:
The days you look forward to rain, clouds and sad songs.
The days you don’t want to leave your house and want to hide under your sheets all day with something fattening and comforting.
The days that are so long, draining and painful.
I know if I stay in the game of life they will be showing up again and again and it’s just something we all have to learn to accept.
When I have a bad day, I give myself the whole day to feel sorry for myself, to bitch, complain and criticize myself.
Maybe not the healthiest of choices, but one that works for me.
By giving myself the day to be miserable, it allows me to see that I hate feeling miserable and I will do better tomorrow to change that.
Sometimes I need a day to feel sorry for myself in order to hit a mini rock bottom where the only direction is up.
Sometimes I need a bad day to force myself to feel my feelings, become vulnerable and be open to change.
Those bad days are the bridge to my good days.
Allow yourself to have a bad day but just one then it’s time to move forward, take action and smile.
A new day is always a fresh start, what will you do with today?
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