Dear everyone with depression:
It can definitely get better. It is still there. I still woke up at 9am, and stayed in bed until 12pm, and was feeling bad about it today, and guilty, but sometimes I can make that little voice sound like that character you really hate in that one show, and you can flip it the bird.
I got up later and went on to make an important phone call, and I wasn’t nervous as I usually am, or messed up, and it didn’t take me the effort it normally does. I made plans with a friend for lunch tomorrow, and the twinge of anxiety that had become commonplace isn’t there, not telling me that I will look terrible and going “But I am so tired” or telling me that I will mess things up or anything.
I feel healthier. I can look up to the sunlight and I am doing things. I feel generally content and can feel good about something as simple as making my bed.
I needed to reach this stability again. It’s so good to be me.