“Do one thing today that your depression doesn’t want you to do.” The advice is a constant refrain in your head as you lie, with your eyes closed, under the covers.
The dirty dishes are in the sink; the laundry is in the basket.
The shower and your toothbrush are dry.
Library books are unopened, and the TV is off.
But as you swing your legs over the edge of the bed, and feel your feet touch the ground, you think: “I did it.”
And you did.