This morning I felt like poo - I just didn't want to get out of bed and lay in bed for hours. When I did finally get up I felt a million times better and wish I had done it sooner. Then annoyed that I had wasted half of a perfectly good, sunny day. I get the impression that the mornings will be a struggle for me.
Today I am feeling less anxious than yesterday. Yesterday I was anxious that I had an anxiety problem. I actually woke up breathing rapidly and with that funny feeling of everything being warped as various different thoughts rushed through my head. Yesterday was all about acceptance. And today is about moving forward after accepting it.
I have bought myself a diary to keep track of my thoughts. I feel stronger now than I did this morning. I feel a lot stronger than I did yesterday morning. Every time I have felt better about things in my life, there always seems to be something that knocks me down.
I guess getting used to the ups and downs is all part of depression. It seems like a long journey ahead...