Get Out of Bed
It's difficult right now, I know, but there is a lot of sunshine out there just waiting for you to enjoy. Step into the light.
After 9/11, I boarded my windows and my doors because I was afraid the Taliban was living in the shed in my backyard. I couldn't go in basements for fear the ceiling would collapse on top of me. Getting out of bed in the morning was meaningless. There was nothing, other than the deeper recesses of insanity, waiting in my day. I spent a lot of days crying and a lot of nights being sick from crying all day.
As you progress in your personal journey of recovery toward healing, remember that there are no rules here. Right now, it is what it is, and recovery means rebuilding trust. I suggest to you, my friends, that it's a lot easier to be who you are and to start from where you are. Travel this road at your own pace. There is hope on the other side of wherever you are right now. You will laugh again, dance again, and feel joy again.