It’s a day when I’m depressed. I wake up late and try to decide whether to get out of bed. I do so in order to take my meds, since I have to go to the bathroom anyway.
If I have anticipated this depression, I will have left a box of Cocoa Puffs by my bedside, and these constitute my breakfast.
If I stay in bed all day, I am bored, because I can’t even focus enough to read. Everything I try to read means nothing to me.Read more on themighty.com