The first thing you do in the morning is to wake up & get up. What if that was the hardest thing you did all day? Not because your day is easy, but because it so f**ing hard to get out of bed every morning? Struggling with depression means that waking up, and getting up is so f**ing courageous
that I feel like it’d be nice to have a standing ovation.
I can’t tell you why it’s so hard to get up. I do know that the bliss of sleep calls so seductively that it’s a battle to resist. It’s not just that. It‘s the knowledge that your day is the same shit, different pile day in and day out. The knowledge that the same screwed up lady lives in your head again today. The knowledge that you will be waiting all day to go back to sleep because you are just so.damn. tired. Just cut the crap and stay in bed. No! Have courage and get out of bed. Do the things, get through the day. Be fine. Be ok. Act normal. And eventually things will get normal and you’ll be back to being happy to get out of bed. But please never underestimate the courage it takes a person with depression to get out of bed!