Working with depression feels like this sometimes:
You're never quite sure what to expect. Sometimes, you feel great and you think, "Hooray! My depression is gone forever! Good job, antidepressants! Time to go save the world!" and other times you think, "I have to shower? Booooooooooo."
But if you're lucky, like me, you know deep down that there's sunshine on the other side of the storm, because you've got great family and friends supporting you through it. [/cheesy]
So even though it feels like my progress seems frustratingly slow... it is progress. And that's a good thing.