My bed is in a corner. I lie down on my bed, w/ a book. Maybe I read, maybe I drift. Everything about life is exhausting, including watching people, eg in films, doing normal things. I find that the essence of mindfulness, being in this moment, rather than the past or future, relieves the feelings of desperation. I've had to work at building a *spiritual* scaffolding, a way of looking at the world, that brings me back from the brink of wanting escape. Music helps. Joy becomes something different from what it was when I was well.