Working my way through a depressive stretch that feels like it came out of nowhere. I’d found some relative stability the last year or so with a solid therapist, the right meds, and consistent self care practices such as meditation and exercise. The mood swings and intrusive thoughts would still come, but they were more manageable. For the first time, it felt like maybe my life wouldn’t be ruled by this illness forever. Then a few weeks ago a depressive episode hit out of nowhere. I’d really let myself get my hopes up that maybe things would just stay good. I suspect I don’t need to explain to anyone in this group the heartbreak and disappointment I feel to be reminded of how helpless I am at times in the face of this disease. Struggling to push through this setback and the general exhaustion of fighting this thing. Wondering what motivates you all to keep pushing when it feelings like you’re at a loss.