There were days that I literally had no reason to get out of bed. It just was so destructive for me.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
There were mornings when I just didn't want to get out of bed. But once again, I'm in an adverse situation and having to deal with something new and learn how to do it.
At one point, I didn't get out of bed for, I think, three months, and I went down to the bottom of the hill one day and I had to call somebody to get me to come back up - come pick me up because I couldn't physically walk up the hill.
Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.
All of my life, when things got too difficult, I folded up the tent and went to bed. I couldn't stand a challenge... I was terrified of confrontation. I was very laid-back, and just wouldn't get involved or fight back.
I never thought of stopping, and I just hated sleeping. I can't imagine having a better life.
I couldn't sleep for nights on end, as my brain felt like there were thoughts colliding within it; I obsessed over small details, from saving pennies and polishing each one of them to washing my clothing over and over in the washing machine.
I was devastated when 'Days' let me go and couldn't help but feel it was my fault. What did I do wrong? What happened? It sucks. You always think it's your fault.
I get up every morning and it's going to be a great day. You never know when it's going to be over so I refuse to have a bad day.
I never want to let a day go by without having done something to get a little better.
The older you get, the more fragile you understand life to be. I think that's good motivation for getting out of bed joyfully each day.