Posted by Janice on March 21, 2000, at 12:27:19
This is a reoccuring situation for me (over my life) at various times and through various phases of my illnesses:
I've just been in bed for 11 hours. Now the reason I didn't get out was because I liked it there. It's quiet and comfortable…and best of all, it allows me to daydream–-what I enjoy most of all in life.
life in bed is better than life out of bed.
I've never been crazy about reality, and I admit that the more unpleasant the day is to face, the more I would want to stay in bed. But while I am in bed, I'm feeling pretty good.
is this depression?
Thanks for all your wisdom. I appreciate all replies. Janice
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