Today, something amazing happened: I GOT OUT OF BED.

I was not having a great day. Nothing particularly bad had happened, actually, but I've been in a funk lately and I could feel the depression creeping back in and all I could think about was crawling into bed and watching tv until I fell asleep. I did do the tv-watching part, and I skipped dinner because one of the signs the depression is back is that I stop eating. And I was all prepared to just lie there and let it have me, I was just going to try and wait it out and go back to being unconscious like I did when it was really bad.

And then, for some reason, I thought: "NO." That was it. Just no. And I got up. I turned on my lights. I wasn't sure what I was doing but I wasn't going to stay in bed, so I put on my coat and I grabbed my laptop and I went to the library and I just sat there staring at the assignment I was going to blow off, and it took me three hours to do three questions, but I did it. I did it! I accomplished something. I got out of bed, and I accomplished something, and I can feel the depression starting to back off. It feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.

We tend to post a lot on this board about how the depression is affecting us, and we support one another by replying to each other's posts. This time, I wanted to post my support for everyone else here. I GOT OUT OF BED. It was hard and it hurt and I had to drag my feet and I almost burst into tears more times than I can count and I'm exhausted, but I did it, and if I can do it, then I know that eventually all of you will be able to, too.