My mood is still generally low but not as negative as it was a week ago. I still have a fairly low opinion of myself and can’t seem to be enthusiastic about the long term future but I’m dealing with things hour by hour, day by day. It seems as though I’m existing rather than living, treading water rather than swimming.

Everyone tells me there is a good future out there for me and time will heal my wounds but having failed to deal with my depression for so many years I’m still not convinced this time will be different

On the positive side I’m still here and still fighting and I recognise I have made some progress since my meltdown.