Yesterday, my sister and I were talking about my mom, who won't get out of bed, and just wants to lay there in a drunken or hung-over stupor. She is in some type of assisted living place, and they are trying to get her to get up and at least walk around a little bit. I told my sister that I often feel liking staying in bed all day, but I make myself get up anyway. She told me that if I had a job, then I would be happy to get out of bed because I would something to live for. That really had hurt my feelings and triggered me. Things like that are one thing that depresses me.