Bad days

Some days are just bad days. You can gripe, moan, groan, contimplate, but the bottom line is just that some days are bad days. 

We don’t take pictures of those days.  We don’t cheer for their awesomeness.

 But yet, every single bad day I’ve been through on the ride we call life with autism has taught me something! 

Today, I learned that bad days are just that, bad days. They don’t have to me more. They are just bad days. Moving on! 

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