Getting out of bed is the hardest part of my everyday. I am in university and majority of my classes are online, thus the flexibility of a schedule. However, the lack of consistency of routine and the need to get out of bed. I do struggle with anxiety and depression. And it always come back to the bed. The bed of doom. I struggle to fall asleep but once the sun rises my eyes slick closed and if i don’t have an alarm set, I will sleep until 12pm, 1pm, 3pm. Even if i do have an alarm set, I will snooze it multiple times. If I do wake up, I will lay in bed doom scrolling on tiktok, fearing the moment I have to pull myself out of my bed. Nobody understands the hold this bed has on me. My partner just thinks of me as lazy and lacks desire to grow as a human. I want to be better, but as soon as the morning comes, nothing can take me out of the bed. It has a choke hold on me. The bed, my body, the morning sun, the desire to be functional. I want to break the bond.