My depression is bad right now - I know it all the time, usually I wake up with anxiety - I take my meds - care for my dogs - go back to bed, then toss and turn amid the anxiety and guilt - eventually between 12:30 pm and 3:30 pm I come up with a very non-demanding plan to move through the rest of the day - I'm well loved and have great medical support - I hate the fall from manic to this non-functional dark place. I've worked hard to be well for 18 years - I won't stop today - or next week; it is so important not to hate yourself.