My bed is warm and safe. I like to be in bed because then I can hide away from the world.
I can dream and do all the things in my dreams that are virtually impossible (at least at the moment) in real life.
My cat sleeps on me and comforts me. I can play my 3DS and get lost in computer game worlds.
Sometimes, I get anxious and scared if I’m not in bed. I feel guilty because I feel as if I am wasting my life. But I don’t get any pleasure in going out where I live. It reminds me too much of the horrible things that have happened. Also, every time I try something new, no matter what, it never lives up to my expectations. That’s my fault, not anybody else’s. Hopefully when I see the doctor in a couple of days time, he can help me with that. (Real help is what I am hoping for, not cookie cutter therapy).