Well, I managed to keep myself out of bed so far today. It was a damn Hurculean effort to get up and get in that bathtub. My husband knew I was in a very bad place, so we spent virtually the whole day together doing things: walked the dogs a mile, went grocery shopping, I made chili, and then I tagged along with him when he went to tend to his honeybees and pick dogwood sticks (hobby). So it is possible for me to do things when I'm severely depressed.

It's when I'm alone that things go to hell. Tomorrow he'll leave for work at 7:00 a.m. as usual then will not be home until 9:30 or 10:00 p.m. Hoping I can come up with better coping skills than lying in bed feeling depressed. Pretty worried about that possibility.