it hurts but it may be the only way...

Today is one of those when I could barely scrape together the motivation to arise from bed.
My pervasive sinus headaches are no help.
And sometimes all the little daily stresses that I like to think I am so adept at managing can sometimes congregate with an intent to crush. And sometimes they succeed.

I try to stay realistic, equally considering both negative and positive outlooks, but the negativity seems to have more brute strength sometimes.
It's also odd how cloudy, slushy, extreme cold can be so bleak and mood-altering. It shoves you inside, holds you hostage, pushes you toward sloth and inaction. Inertia. Isolation.

Listening to melancholy songs like this one is helpful. Cathartic. Necessary.