Some days I just want to crawl under the bed, like not under the blanket or covers, but just under the bed. I want to sit there with snacks and maybe a book. Other days I just want to be down there and cry all day. It really all depends on the day.

I have never actually performmed the act of crawling under the bed, as it might be a little hard being a full grown human to manage that. Also my bed does not really have that imaginary under the bed sanctuary. But if it did, trust me I would have made it my own little office down there.

Just think about it, no one bothers you when you hang out under your bed. Well they simiply can't see you. It's a quiet place to be. This brings me to a thought - do you clean under your bed? Maybe it is time to dust it off down there. You never know when you might need it.

Loads of love,
yours truly,
Sad Sunday Club

P.S. So these are the thoughts and sketches I sent out. It is mainly to share with friends and support them knowing that many of us struggle but still have to keep going. It brings me and hopefully you a sense of peace knowing we are not alone in this crazy thing called life. If you would like to become a casual receiver, just sign up below. It s free, and trust me it is very occasional. All is original and hand drawn by me, dugged out of my own head and heart.