There are a number of valid reasons to stay in bed for days at a time.
1) winter
2) illness
3) grief
4) depression
5) recovering and recharging
I've spent days in beds for all those reasons. Currently, I seem to be working on #5. Yesterday's therapy session delivered a truck load of new memories, information and feelings all at once. My life tends to revolve and spin around the one-hour nuclei every Monday called therapy. This one-hour tends to slant the remainder of the week, as well as resolving or introducing new issues from the previous week. My brain is slowly fetting out what I need, figuring out how to process and adjust to this heightened awareness and helpfully bothersome information.
Bed is safe. I can't be outside and risk any more emotional upset. My inward focus doesn't allow me to be cordial, nice or give a rats ass about anything else. So, in a way, it's better for others and myself that I embed, rest, sleep it off, drift away within the security of my bed. Everyone knows the comforter is bulletproof, in a manner of speaking.
If I don't take care of and protect myself, ain't nobody else going to do it. I feel too vulnerable and exposed to leave the house. I have a lot on my mind that has to be worked out and no one can really help with it. I consider myself fortunate to have someone willing to listen to me for an hour every week, so I'm not complaining.
I'm on anti-depressants which tend to prevent me from sinking below the danger line. Once my brain sorts and categorizes this last info, maybe I'll feel like getting off this couch. Definitely feel justified and copacetic taking a few days off. No worries.
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