Come out, come out from under those covers. It will only get better if you force your limbs to move even if it’s just the walk from your bed to your shower-wash yourself new. Force that sound out of your voice box. Sometimes we forget we are capable of making sounds other than yelling or crying. Come out, come out. Call your friends & make plans. When we’re sad it’s hard to do anything at all but we must. We must. Remember, we have all felt sad/lost/empty before & eventually it does get better. Eventually we rebuild & we grow but it takes effort. It’s hard to exert any energy at all when you feel hollow & helpless. Each step, each word, each breath feels like a week’s worth of energy. Start little by little but start you must. We must force ourselves to fight for our happiness. For some of us it does not always come naturally. We must not let our sadness consume us, to steal our fragile souls. Come out, come out from under those covers. Listen close, it will get better.