I try to give myself pep talks every time I do something, whether it's writing a letter or taking a shower. I just say yay! You could do this one thing today! If it's bad enough that I'm on meds I can't expect to be as efficient as everyone else. So I've decided not to beat myself up about it. My dad however, who is very alfa male and super driven (for those who speak Spanish, es de esos que parece que tiene un cohete en el culo), has a hard time understanding this aspect of my depression. We just had a tense conversation this morning, which I know was a sort of pep talk for him but it felt like he was pressuring me to do everything right now. Obviously that starts freaking me out. I know he's on my side though so I'm trying not to turn it into a conflict.