The tunnel

Today was a good day. Not a great day, but good. I didn't feel like crying, I didn't mope around. I got up and was functional. I had a child pee the bed, so I had to do laundry. I had to make breakfast and lunch. Then clean up those messes. I cleaned my room and the bathroom. I stopped fights and fixed boredom. These small steps are huge strides for me. Just last week it was that I didn't want to do any of this. Now I can, I am feeling more like myself.  This horrible dark tunnel that I'm in right now, there may actually be a light at the end of it. I'm not there. Not even close. But I am moving forward and right now, that's all I can do.