Yesterday I didn't get out of bed, Hink. It was alarming to me, so I posted asking if others here have trouble with energy like that, too.

Today I'm replying from bed but at least I'm awake. It looks like it's a day to day thing, this matter of why to get out of bed or even care. I wish I had the answer. I'm struggling with it myself.

Hink, I get out of bed for no better reason than "The cat has to eat".... I'm exhausted, lying on the couch, wishing I was back in bed (and I will be).... It's just... Stress wears us out, and PTSD means living "in stress mode" or whatever it's called, and right now? Oh, to sleep and wake up thinking of what to do instead of how soon I can go back to sleep!

I get up out of sheer habit and contrariness, basically. Not a great answer. I'm sorry.

Good morning.
for me at first I had to learn to see things that I did the day before that were good....granted they were not easy to see. Some days it was real hard.
If nothing came to mind, which often happened. Then I started doing things to make that day count.
I started with random acts of kindness no matter how small. Like dropping a pebble in a still pool of water...the vibrations went out and touched other things. I could send out good ones or bad ones, but good was preferable. So catching a door from swinging shut on someone who's hands were full, smiling at children in a store and playing peek a boo with them to help stop a tantrum in a check out line... Seeing relief on the mother's face when the tantrum stopped was the ripple.

I still have to do these some days to make that day count. Just now it's some of the things I do, I do for me. (I didn't feel I was worth before)

Then some days it is just touching a leaf on a plant or something that is part of the regenerating of this world against the constant destruction. I smile when a weed is so obstinate it will grow between the same crack in the concrete, no matter what is done to get rid of it.....I relate well to that weed.

Gentle hugs today
J

LOL I'm a weed toucher too. You can feel the happy from the weed.
The reason I get up in the mornings, I feel trapped in a house. I always feel a need to run away but there's no where to run to, but that's what gets me out of bed. Then I have a list of things to do everyday. Like brush teeth, take shower, brush hair. Then ......... Lost in never never land or shock unless I drive somewhere. Then I get tired because there's no where in the world that can help so I drive back.

Depression has to be fought. If you don't fight it, it gets worse..

I work 6 days a week. Work is such a programmed part of my life, it doesn't matter how I feel, I am going to work. So I get up, make the coffee, make my bed, take my meds, get a cup of coffee and have a solitary moment of coffee and a cigarette. Then in the shower, get dressed, make the coffee to go, and roll out. Work gives me purpose in life, not to mention some coin.

because we all want to survive it is human instinct and we want to win this battle not a fair one for sure but there is a ton of support here dont throw in the towel before you give yourself a chance to be loved here

You get out of bed because too much time in bed is boring, even with good company.