This might sound ridiculous, maybe not I don't know. But I have a toxic love hate relationship with my bed. I spend most of my days and evenings in it and at the weekends I try and go out which I did today and I am so sick of feeling anxious. Anxious in the car encase we crash. Anxious of people. Then feeling low. And I miss my bed. When I should be spending quality time with loved ones all I can think is just a few more hours then I can go to bed again. I think it is the not having to think. Not having to do anything. But this isn't me. I am normally wanting to be up and about doing so much. Sorry for the rant. Just wish I could be more of the person I want to be than barely a person a thing that just wants to sleep