Getting out of Bed

As the title hints, this post is about getting out of bed.

Rather, it is about not wanting to get out of bed.

This morning anxiety and depression hit me harder than any other morning thus far. It may have to do with an unpleasant task I have ahead of me this morning that my mind has blown all out of proportion.  It may have to do with Son #2 being awake shortly before 0600 and raring to get out of bed and get on with his day. 

Who really knows why? I just know that my tummy is turning, my brain is on hyperalert, and my body is ultra tense.

But guess what?!

I got out of bed anyway.  And all I want to do is crawl right back under the covers where it is safe and, well, safe.