I can't get out of it. It's my safe place. I can be warm, comfortable, drift in and of vivid dreams (dont care if they are nightmares), read, meditate, shop online, chat, cuddle with puppies, escape the world...I am so happy here.

So why am I misreble?
Every night I say I'll get out tomorrow...and most days I lay around all day.

I make lists of things to do, both errands and fun things, but I can't manage.

Please help me, I'm sleeping through my life.