The day begins one eye at a time.
First I check the time. Have I slept too much? Too little? Too late? Do I care?
Then I check the weather. Do I need to turn on my lumi light? Will it make a damn bit of differene? Will this rain ever stop? Do I really need to turn on the heating in June? The sun is shining so I am going to need to come up with a bloody good excuse to not go for a walk.
Finally, I ask myself the dreaded question: HOW DO I FEEL TODAY?
Am I "fine"? Unlikely. In fact, I'm not entirely certain I remember what fine feels like.
Am I "shitty"? Quite possibly but perhaps a wholly inappropriate response to a socially conventional question unless my desired outcome is to alienate those who care for and love me.
The trouble begins in the million shades of grey between "fine" and "shitty".
I close my eyes again wishing that everything was different. Wishing that my battle with the darkness had never begun. Wishing the war was won and that I had conquered that foreign land forever more. A conventional happy ending.
Alas, I return to the fight everyday, sometimes donning my mask of armour to face the ignorance and cruelty of others and sometimes just my own anxieties.
Other times I can't bear putting on the armour and I remain metaphorically naked for the day unable to leave the security of my home or my head spending my times wandering around the rooms and wondering where the time when I'm absent.
My armour is honestly a lousy garment for protection. It doesn't stop my own thoughts from hurting me. I recall the days when I felt invincible, strong, and happy; when I felt the future held such promise. I didn't dread the sun rising.
Now I refuse to think about the future because it frightens the shit out of me. I can't plan a party. Or a holiday. I can't plan what's for dinner.
For me, the future is dark. The future is frightening and I start cowering in the corners of the day when I first open my eyes. Every day.