A bed with pillows. Half the days when I was really depressed, I felt like not getting out of bed. Half the time I got out when I had to and half the time not. Sometimes I would get out to have a smoke but go back. Now, I’m barely in bed. Then it just seemed like why get it out when it didn’t seem worthwhile. I think a lot of people don’t really understand how bad depression can be, how hopeless it can make you feel.