Something else I did today is that I saw my therapist. We talked a lot about what I am doing right: seeking help as soon as symptoms started, accepting a change in my medications, talking about what's going on, getting outside time, making myself get out of bed, writing, etc. It's hard. I don't feel like doing any of it. But I also know what happens if I don't: I always feel worse.
Tonight, I am tired. I am ready to go to bed, but not because I am depressed. I feel fulfilled. I am proud of the work I am doing. I am even having moments when I feel like myself.