So many things to wake up to.

The smell of coffee,

that new book to read.

These two things may be a factor for you;

Crawling out of bed.

But those aren't reasons for me.

My brain is wired differently, you see.

It's riddled with anxiety and depression.

So each day is a struggle.

Each day I search for something,

Something to hope for.

In the end, it's a fight each morning.

But I choose to hope,

I choose to live for another day.