I was up late last night.
This morning was an early one.
But as I was sitting there last night thinking of how tired I was, I suddenly became very thankful.

I’m tired.
No longer is that secret for, “I’m depressed and hate everything about life.”
I’m just tired.
Because I worked.
Because I’ve been busy.

The past few months I’ve been sleeping through the night more often than not.
Before, I would be up around two, three in the morning.
Every. Single. Day.

So, today I’m thankful.
I’m thankful for this tiredness.

“Tonight doesn’t always keep its promises, but tomorrow has potential… Tomorrow is a place where things can be handled and coffee can be made and you can have your favorite dinner. Tomorrow is a place where we can figure out a better way to cope with living and tomorrow is a place where, one day, we won’t be coping – we’ll be living.”  To Write Love On Her Arms

For the first time in a very long time, I’m not finding a way to cope with living.
I’m living.

You are loved. 🙂