(trying to put a dent in this writer's block)
she sleeps on the sofa, falls asleep watching tv. it's hard to admit but she avoids going to bed. it's just not that comfortable. she liked it fine in the shop, but it was all wrong at home. she feels she should have known, so she doesn't say anything until she absolutely has to (some three years later).
she misses the old days, when she could please herself, when she didn't have to cook five nights a week, when she could read all day and code all night. she hardly gets near her computer any more and can't remember the last time she finished a book.
she has odd dreams. some are disturbing, so it is a relief to wake. others are reminders of what she's lost (none of which seemed so precious at the time, of course). she still dreams about people she did grade school with. she hasn't seen them for years, doesn't know why her subconscious feels the need to keep bringing them up. it's not like any of them were really her friends.
she stays indoors as much as possible. dealing with people exhausts her. some days, even getting dressed requires too much thought and more coordination than she can muster. sometimes she forgets to take her pills. those days are worse.