I’m writing this as I feel sleepy. I woke up minutes ago and I started writing.
It is 06:55AM and I still feel sleepy.
But I slept on time yesterday.
And as I remember about yesterday and think deeply about topics, I start becoming more awake.
But I feel sleepy.
I don’t drink much coffee because someone told me once that coffee worsens anxiety.
But I really want to write a blog post today. Even if it means writing badly.
Or writing something that is based on sleep and coffee.
I just know one thing — I need to write.
I’m a writer. And I will write. That’s my job.
I know I’m struggling to stay awake. But that’s the nature of life— struggle.
Struggle is the way.
If you don’t have struggles, you’re missing out on progress.
And just now I closed my eyes and I was about to fall asleep in my chair.
But I forced myself to stay awake.
The struggle is real.
Right now I’m thinking about making a hot drink for myself. Not coffee but Boost(without sugar).
I’ll be right back.
I just made two cups of Boost(hot drink) for myself and my elder sister.
And after doing this activity itself I feel less sleepy.
Now the time is 07:28AM and I don’t even know if what I’m writing makes any sense.
Thank you for reading this line! It means a lot.