I lost count along the way, but it has now been somewhere around 7 or 8 weeks since I woke up on a Sunday morning with a depression that I knew was going to stick around awhile.

My mood has been better in the last week, meaning I haven't been severely sad or constantly tearful. However, I am nowhere near being back to myself. I do not have the motivation to do anything, even with my mood somewhat improved. I have lost my ability to write poetry. All my schoolwork gets done, but it is a terrible struggle. I used to enjoy showers so much-- they were so relaxing to me-- now a shower is just another awful daily chore that I have to push myself to do. Still can't look through the bills and am not interesting in leaving the house. Don't want to engage in any of my passions-- poetry, as I said.... cooking, art, reading.... nothing. Yet, I don't feel as terrible as I did in regards to my mood. I am hurting inside because I miss all the things that made me.... me. I am not myself anymore. I haven't been for about two months now.

What is going on??