Some days it’s hard to move. It’s hard to get going, to work or eat or take care of yourself, let alone anyone else. Some days it’s not easy to be you. Today felt like one of those days. It was a crawl back in bed and not get up unless I have to day. It wasn’t just the sadness weighing me down, it was something else too. A part of me didn’t want to try. I was given some wisdom, to spend time with God. But I didn’t want to do that. It was too hard to even try. So I fell asleep. The importance of sleep has probably…