Day started off as low as the others, skipped class and medication withdrawal and self-destructiveness and all the rest. But a couple of hours ago, I questioned how I felt. 'Lo and behold, I'm actually in a good mood. Caught up on some of the dishes, actually ate a proper meal, cleaned up a bit.... If this hadn't happened countless times before I might say I was no longer depressed and 'cured'. Alas, my mood is a cyclical one, and though I can't fathom it right now, I'll be sinking back into the depths soon. Doesn't mean that I can't enjoy it while it lasts! Hopefully I'll have some non-interrupted sleep tonight, but feeling rested after what little I do get is such a blessing. Imagine being able to go 12 hours without skipping a beat on five or so hours of sleep when that was such a struggle with double as much sleep. I liked some of the effects of that medication, but constant fatigue was not one of them.