Some days are great. You get a perfect sleep. You wake up at a really good time. You feel awake and ready to start the day. You have great meals and basically, get everything done that you needed to do or maybe you have a good day by going to your favourites places or spending time with friends and family. By the time you go to bed, you think about how great that day was. The great days are well great and it’s the days when all your mental illness takes a break from you. 

Then there are the days that are bad but good at the same time. Sometimes you have a really bad morning but you have a great afternoon or a horrible day entirely but by night you watched a movie and talked to a friend and as cheesy as it sounds turned the day around. I do believe that bad days can change to good days and it has happened to me a few many times. I don’t think that made sense but you get the point. 

However, in those great days or those bad days that turned into good days, there are days that are just bad and don’t get better. Like I said it has happened to me a few too many times. Those types of bad days suck. Obviously. 

You wake up and have that mindset that the day is going to be great. Or you have the mindset of you woke up every other hour last night and you woke up later than you should but the rest of the day will be better but it’s not. The funny thing is about this bad day is you don’t see it coming until its ten at night and you think back “Man today was a shitty day”. 

Everything that can go wrong in a day goes wrong. Like everything. One after another. They slowly just pile on. Even the small things slowly add to that pile. By the end of the day, it’s just a very bad day and you can’t do anything about it. Besides going to be early and hoping the next day will be better.

The one thing I learned about these days and I have talked about it in other blog posts or maybe I haven’t can’t seem to remember is that when we have these bad days. These days where you question what the hell is happening in the universe for it to be this bad the good days make you grateful. The good days you don’t question you just enjoy without saying a damn word. 

I think being home for over two years now I can say that sometimes a good day is because you ate your favourite food or spent 12 bucks on your fav drink because uber eats chargers a lot for delivery. I think at this point they know I love food and I will drain my bank to get some taco bell or maybe a boba drink. I’m getting lost. 

Great days are great and it reminds us that we can have good days even when our mental health is kicking us in the ass. Whether its small things or big things that happen it makes us feel just a little bit better. 

When we do have those bad days it’s the mindset of “Just get the day over with and hope for a better day” because that’s all we can really do. 

Some days are great. 

Some days are pure shit.