Dear Diary,today I woke up with no energy. I didn't want to go out, I didn't want to shower, I didn't ever have the energy to get up for a bottle of water. But, I had plans made with my coworkers that I couldn't cancel. So, I forced myself up (didn't shower, hey we win some we loose some) got dressed, put minimal makeup on and pushed out the door with plans to return immediately after. I was dreading it, but when I got there I had the best time. My mind makes me believe that I can't go out. I don't have energy. I'm not going to be fun to have around, but all of that isn't true. Why do we hate on ourselves so viciously? Why do our minds make us believe we are weak? Why can't my mind tell me positive instead of negative? I wish that for once I would wake up optimistic for the day to come.