when I was depressed, the air around me felt dark and heavy and meaningless. I would drag myself out of bed.
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Some depressives have trouble getting out of bed. I could always do that. It was actually leaving the house that was hard.
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Sometimes I would get out of bed, make a cup of tea, sit on the couch and then feel totally unable to do anything else.

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