Today was one of those days where I just honestly did NOT want to get up to come to work. As I layed underneath my warm covers I thought to myself, what could really happen if I didn't go? What lie could I make up or what story could I tell? As I sit at my desk I HATE that I am here. I yearn for my bed. It is a chilly day here in San Francisco and I wish so badly that I could snuggle up with my sheets!! I am just simply exhausted. Drained. Run down. I wonder if it is all the stress of my wedding, honeymoon, finances, and death of my dad creeping up on me. I still haven't grieved yet and I don't think I am going to get the chance. I need a mental health day so badly! What keeps you motivated when you are ready to just throw in the towel??