Having trouble getting out of bed.

You are not alone . I sit in bed every morning, watching the clock , til I desperately have to get up.

My heart aches for you. I am a child of God and I love veterans so I reroute my brain to what they have been through and I forget my own troubles and pains. I grew up in an orphanage and I remember kids there and then I feel blessed to still be here at 84. I have buried 2 of my 3 children but I am still here at 84 years old. God is not done with me yet. I wish you lived near me. I could make you laugh. When you wake up in the morning, remind yourself someone loves you in NC and is praying daily for you. Take care of yourself.

Love your message. We are all God's children. I find great comfort from the Bible - which I learn from many sources, not by trying to read alone. My current struggle with weaning off Pristiq is strengthened by exercise, spiritual growth and getting out even though getting out of bed is just the first of many daily internal struggles. We need to encourage one another. Thanks very much for reaching out.

Another fellow fallen soul who gets his reason to get up Next day Before going to bed and thus able to have a restful sleep ... ready to do do My Part in helping make this Common Home of humanity a little more livable and Enjoyable ... as the two post above so sincerely and lovingly invite us -- All Of Us -- in this Common Good. Ancients everywhere have said the same truth ... it's an abiding truth, simple enough to be seen by ALL of us no matter how old or young, or where. We For Each Other is what the Surgeon General realised is going to help solve the opioid crisis which Obama had entrusted him with to figure out and quickly found the solution is Not Medical but in us; Our Connections with Each Other that have not just disappeared but poisoned. Rollo May, in his book, Man's Search for Himself, says we cannot stop Growing, if we did, we don't just stagnate, we invite evil in us. I'm paraphrasing, he speaks more eloquently.

Growing is when we "ache" for the other. Humans are social and curious. We All know this deep in our hearts and guess what: The solution is Free and Handy. The Unlonely Project by Harvard Psychologist thinks our loneliness is leading us to both mental and physical diseases like depression and diabetes. And yet we run to doctors and not neighbors.
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Thank you for sharing. I hope it has been a good couple of weeks for you.

It took me maybe a year to go from contentment to deep depression. I was falling in slow motion into a dark hole (or tunnel, as @stellasmama described it. On the way down I became suicidal, and made several attempts, each time angry that I couldn't even get that right.

I admitted myself to a nearby facility where I learned some coping skills, but it took me 6+ years to get out of the hole, and another year to move away from the edge. Those were really rough years, not only for me but for my family, as well. Talking weekly with a therapist, finding the right medications, my faith in God, my service dog and my family have all contributed to where I am today. I spend less time in bed, certainly, and the major depression is managed, I don't think about suicide every hour or every day. Life hasn't gotten easier, and I still face challenges - chronic neuropathy pain, living on Social Security, overwhelmed by the yardwork, and the list goes on - but on better days I can still function, something that I couldn't do for so long.

I have to remind myself that I can only do as much as my present situation permits, and not feel so guilty about what I haven't done. My current challenge is being unable to put any weight on my feet. I took Levaquin, an antibiotic, after surgery in December, and it degraded the tissue in my Achilles tendons, causing both of them to rupture. I hope that they will heal, but no one knows what to expect. It's affected my level of depression, for sure, and not for the better. My wife is fairly disabled, and it's put a lot of work and stress on her, taking care of me.

I'm sure that if I had been in my current position 15 years ago, I would have jumped back in the hole, awful as it was, and if I managed to stay alive, I'd be in bed with the covers over my head, needing a shower, not eating, isolating. So, you're far from alone. We relate to how you feel, and are willing you to find whatever it requires to get moving again. Be at peace today.

Jim