I’ve been in a really bad depressive episode lately (the worst in years) so anything that involves getting out of bed sends me into a full-blown breakdown. But today, I set an alarm and I woke up early to do my laundry and take a shower.

I feel good about myself for the first time in months. And even though it’s probably something that’s relatively easy for most people, it was a huge accomplishment for me and I’m proud of myself for it.

Hoping for more small triumphs like this.