Pride.

So, believe it or not, I have bad days.

That’s right.

Days where I feel like poop.

Like I can’t function.

Like I’m not worth much.

Days when people ask “How’s your day going?” and I answer, “Great!”.

I’m so prideful at times,

not wanting to show anyone that I have hard times…

maybe admitting them when it’s over.

We just need to learn to sing some Sanctus Real.

“I’m not alright, I’m broken inside”