I don’t enjoy anything at all anymore. Nothing makes me smile. I don’t appreciate anything. I don’t anticipate or look forward to anything. I don’t enjoy my old hobbies, I don’t enjoy new hobbies. No one understands this, and I’m so fed up with hearing this shit over and over again. 

“Oh you laid in bed all day? Have you tried not laying in bed and doing something you enjoy?” Yeah, I have. I forced myself every single day to try new things and try old things and go outside and do this and do that and I don’t feel ANYTHING.
“You gave up too soon!” No i fucking didn’t. I tried for a year and every single action I took was a mental toll on my sanity to force myself to do. Standing up to go to the bathroom is an unbearable experience as it is, how do you think I feel when an old hobby I used to enjoy is just as painful as copying down the dictionary word for word in detention?

I feel consistently worse when I get out of bed. I feel bad when I stay in bed but I feel WORSE when I don’t. How the fuck am I supposed to get over that?