Good days. Like the one that happened today. A cloud tried to cover me today, but I wouldn’t let it. I said “Today depression is not going to win.”
And it didn’t. I took a shower before nine (also before my third cup of coffee, shocker!) I washed a pile of dishes left over from last night. I put new sheets on the bed and hung up at least two loads of laundry. I even washed my bras by hand.
I felt lighter. That’s how it feels to beat back depression. I physically become lighter. Not like I’ve lost twenty pounds, that won’t happen without a lot of work. More like my bones don’t feel so heavy. I’m not pushed down.
The cloud is still on the horizon. I think it’ll always be there.
But I’ll have good days too.