Some days are hard. Really hard. Not on the body but on the mind. You manage to get up and go, but your mind is fucked up. You try to sing and dance in the car but you end up with tears in your eyes. You just try to pay attention to the lecture but you beat yourself up because you can’t. The words just fly through your ears, but your mind is thinking the worst about other things. You feel defeated. But it’s still 9am.