Mornings like this remind me that I still have depression. Waking up when my bed is so warm and the world is so cold ; I just want to sleep. I’ve slept for hours but I’m still just as tired. Tossing and turning, my own thoughts scare me. Falling asleep is the hardest thing to do. Staying asleep is almost just as hard. The sun rises, and I’m still in bed. I’ll lay here all day until my tiredness goes away.