I would say getting out of bed (I am diagnosed with bipolar depression) that is such a chore. My bedroom is my worst enemy but at the same time my safe place. I’ve been working on trying to get out of the house and volunteering. I get really bad anxiety around people and afraid of judgement. My doctors say I can’t work right now considering I just got out of the psych ward a bit ago. I’m a recovering drug addict, so when I isolate, I have thoughts of using to cover up my feelings. So I fight on a daily basis.