A few weeks ago, I laid in bed until 5 p.m. I had no desire to get up and no energy to go throughout my day.
My battle with depression has been a strange one. One day, I’m fine and ready to throw a party, run six miles, and write a book, and others, I lay in bed and sleep the entire day away.
But I had to celebrate the small victory when I did actually get up. I texted my friend Leslie and told her I’d been in bed all day and felt awful, so she called me. I didn’t want to answer, but she’s the kind of friend you don’t ignore. She’s the kind of friend you need.