I'm in a bad place right now. And yes, I forced myself out of bed today. I'm having one of my transient really really black days... and I know it will pass, but this morning I'm really suffering.
I've been through this enough to know that there isn't a whole lot I can do about days like today, except to be SURE to take my thyroid medication, keep testing my blood sugar (because low blood sugar also causes these feelings, and when I'm like this, it's hard to identify when I need to increase my blood glucose) and I've contacted my doctor... because today is really, REALLY bad.
This evening I'm going to be volunteering at the homeless shelter. Part of me wishes I could just stay home today. Part of me is grateful for the opportunity to serve, to get out of the home, and to have that reminder that my life is not the worst life on the planet, and that rather than dwelling on the feelings that everything is so damn awful, I can look at all the things I have that are wonderful.
I may not have complete control over where I'm living right now emotionally... some of it is purely biological. But I don't have to help the darkness along.