By Sophie Flynn
It is getting up when you can’t think of a reason to. It is putting on clothes when the fall of fabric scares you. It is lifting the shirt over your head without pulling it off and throwing it on the floor.
It is not digging your nails into your skin.
It is swallowing, without counting. It is swallowing again, even with counting. It is not just picking yourself up it is dragging your body back to the room it is not falling so far that this feels impossible.
It is not living, but it is something. So get up.