When I have a bad day I think about going home and climbing back into bed...then I remind myself that there is only 24 hours in the day and the day will eventually end. Then I hope that it does not repeat the next day! ;)
I have had a few "bad" days since my husband died two years ago. I really feel like curling up in bed but I force myself to go out walking and that seems to help a bit but doesn't really alleviate the ache.Luckily I have a few good friends I can count on and, of course, my son.