There are three kinds of day.
One is the day when the clouds clear and the sun shines and you remember the clarity and the brightness and you welcome it because you missed it but at the same time you fear the clouds rolling back in.
One is the day when the sun doesn’t even rise behind the clouds, when all is darkness and anger and fear and the only thing to do is hide.
And then there are days like today. The sun is there somewhere but it’s not visible. The clouds are thick and grey and heavy. Everything is tiring and there seems little point in doing anything or fighting but, because the day isn’t completely black, you move and fight anyway and it leaves you drained and sad, alone and ignored.
Today I have tried. I got up, I left the house, I even went to a museum and took some photos and read some information but they were all motions. Today I am drained and sad, alone and ignored.