The past couple of days have been rough. I haven’t been keeping up with my routines because I’ve been riddled with demotivating thoughts. What is the purpose of exercising? What is the point of eating well? Why do I have to do these things when I’ll die someday anyway? Dark, morbid thoughts swirling through my mind has made me a paralytic. But I fought through it today. I was able to take a bath early this evening; I haven’t taken a bath in almost two days. I was able to do my exercise routine half an hour ago; I haven’t done that in four days. It’s not much, but it’s progress. Here’s to us, to people who have dark days but manage to pull through despite everything. Let us celebrate these small things to keep us motivated to do more, to be better, to be stronger.