Depression Olympics Event #1: Get Out Of Bed.

I got out of bed today. For most people, this is a simple task that starts their day. If you're like me, it's a mental wrestling exercise that I often lose. Sometimes I barely achieve consciousness. Some spark somewhere says something like, oh, look, daylight, and then I fall back into unconsciousness.

Sometimes I get conscious enough to where I can start to argue with myself: you did this yesterday and look what happened, you're not going to get stuff done, you're going to mess up your sleep schedule again...and then I look lovingly at the wrinkled sheet snuggling my face and give up.

Bribery comes next. I try to think of something, some kind of treat I can offer myself. Something worth getting out of bed for. Lately, that hasn't been much, since mostly I've been staying at home playing Facebook games. So I try to entice myself with that. Also, cookies.

I really don't know why I got up today. Partly because I was thinking of doing this blog, and it sounded like fun. Partly because I was tired of arguing with myself. Fortunately, once I sit up and have at least one foot on the ground, I am officially awake.

Congratulations, here's your medal.