Every day when I wake up I have to open my eyes. I hate it. I have to leave my warm painless existence for reality.

I give myself 3 things to look forward to.

Seeing my kids is one. Every time.

The other two vary but I force myself to make them reality.

A meatball sandwich for lunch. Unlocking next level on a video game. Seeing next episode of a show. Though it's shameful getting to be drunk and numb again.

Little things. It's the little things that add up and make you capable of the big things like bringing Joy to those you love.

It's not perfect. Lord knows I'm not perfect but it gets me through one more day of pain.

Beats the alternative.