I woke up this morning and the first thought that came to my mind was, why does anyone bother getting out of bed in the morning? What is it that motivates anyone to get up and continue this endless charade? There are dishes in the sink that have been sitting there for days and my floor is covered in dirty laundry. What if I do get out of bed today and wash all of the dishes and all of the laundry and pay all of the bills in my over flowing mailbox? Do I get a door prize? Do I get to feel proud that I am finally making it in life? I am able to do something that other people just do without a thought. If I get up today and do those dishes will I suddenly be able to live somewhere above the ground? Will I get a backyard and a white picket fence? Will that psychology degree magically get me a career? Will that student loan be paid off? I know that I should get up and take a shower but every time I will my body to move I just don’t. I am overwhelmed by a sense of being trapped. I am struggling to free myself from the grip of some invisible hand that holds me down. This same invisible creature whispers in my ear words of despair and hopelessness. There is no reason to get out of bed today because you cannot handle the world. Go back to sleep and allow the darkness to envelope you. I do.
