Both Frida and Myrthe commented on the fact that I don't seem to stay depressed for long. This is somewhat true. I have been dealing with depression all of my life and just don't let it stop me. Once I get myself moving, I just keep going.
Like yesterday, I woke up and started climbing down from my loft. I am so used to the ladder that I don't even think about it. It's no bother even to get up in the middle of the night. But this morning I had thick socks on and, in my excitement, I slipped. My rump hit every rung on the way down.
I got up, cleaned up everything that had scattered around the room during my fall, and went along with my day.
Today, I noticed this big black and blue mark. It's really quite beautiful and it only hurts a little bit.