Dear Kathy,I understand the desire to go to bed and cover your head and close out the world. I have Fibromyalgia and a major depressive disorder as a result of years of pain fatigue and giving up my life as I knew it.Yesterday:My folks have been separated for 4 mos, in trouble for a year, or so we found out when Mom discovered lots of calls to a young lady friend of my fathers, up to 60 in a month. Anyway, she's still hoping and he's just stringing her along. He just made a financial move to buy a piece of property and told her he wants her to sign a paper making it his separate property (we in AZ are a community property state)...I went ballistic, she can't sign that paper and needs to see an atty as she promised to before she left for vacation a month ago. She got hurt and mad. She's on an emotional rollercoaster everyday.I'm dealing with this info as I'm in the urgent care center to see if my husband has a broken toe, blowing up inside for the 2 1/2 hour wait. Frank had a stroke in 1999 (37, type 1 diabetic since age 3)and his left side is weak and he's broken his pinky bad enough for surgery in a fall in the bathroom, hence rugs everywhere. Well he dragged his foot, as happens late at night and caught it on the bathmat and fell forward on the bent toe and it looks bad, purple and big. (Not broken we find out 4 hours later, whew!)And... my 18 year old daughter, the joy of my heart, moved out yesterday and into an apt. with a friend on a couple of days notice (we'd talked months ago about the idea) and I'm dealing with the numb/sad of her move. Though I got a bit of 'excited for her' more when I took lunch over and saw her room and the apt. Her roommate, Dustin, and his sister and a crowd have been her best friends for 2 years, so I think this will work.After talking to my sister(here) and aunt(cross country) about Mom's info, and getting home and getting the dogs in and seeing Frank settled, I took a vicodin and a soma and went to bed. Now I'm in AZ and my bedroom faces west so it's the hottest room in the house in the afternoon. But after a few minutes under the fan, I could have the sheet and awhile longer the blanket and hid from the world for the 2 hours I slept.When I got up the world wasn't as scary, or danger didn't seem as imminent. No going to bed isn't necessarily a great thing for us with depression, and I've done it for a couple of days here and there and then rejoin the world slowly. Having my husband and dogs and daughter made me have to get back up and keep going.I hope your world isn't as scary as each day passes. I hope you feel your children are safer and getting better each day. I hope you know there are people who care about you who are gonna ask you to get back up and keep going after that brief hide under the covers!!Hugs and Blessings, Judy