Lately, my depression has worsened and I have been going through some personal stuff. It has been one of those weeks when the only time I have gotten out of bed is to grab more coffee or to go to work, where I serve coffee. I live a very coffee-centric lifestyle.

I don’t have a lot of friends to do things with, I have never really been one to have many friends. It has been hard for me to feel very alone in my thoughts. I thought about seeing if anyone wanted to go out shopping or just get coffee. I needed a reason to get out of my apartment, much less my bed. The four walls have felt smaller with every passing hour, a boa constrictor wrapping around my mind pushing anxiety and depression closer and closer together.

After perusing the graveyard of names that is the contacts list on my phone, I decided that I needed to get out the house.

I decided to go see a movie.

I had always felt very aware of people who were seeing movies alone. They had buffer seats in between them and other parties, usually a jacket or a bag used as a barrier between them and the obvious company of others. I felt sad for them, wishing that they could have a shared memory with someone.

I walked into the theatre with jacket and popcorn as my armor against the judgment and feelings of loneliness.

I didn’t need them. I had a fantastic time.

It was a really good distraction. Not only did I get out of the house, but I saw a great movie. I recommend "Game Night" to anyone, whether it is a night out with friends, or just a night out of the house, it makes you laugh even when you don’t feel like smiling.

Seeing a movie by myself was really nice. I think it was exactly what I needed. I might even get out of bed tomorrow.