Worst Days

I saw a post a few days ago that said something like, "You've survived 100% of your worst days so far. You're doing great." While this is true for everyone alive, I feel like it's different for people with depression. We've survived so much more than what is typically thought of as a bad day. Personally, I've survived days where I've had panic attacks, hurt myself multiple times, have been incredibly suicidal, have actually attempted suicide, and have felt completely miserable, alone, and like life just isn't worth it. These happen far more frequently than I'd guess "average" bad days do. I used to think "I don't have bad days, I have a bad life." I don't think that as much anymore (only on aforementioned bad days) because I've come to accept that my bad days don't define me. By "bad days" I mean days I'm too depressed to get out of bed or move from the couch, am suicidal, or having such intense anxiety I can't function. Despite the extreme level of badness on those bad days, I have made it through all of them. The amazing thing is that I've survived the ones I truly believed I couldn't live through. If you're reading this, so have you. No matter what you've been through, you've made it anyway. You're still here. You're still fighting. The worst days of depression haven't beaten us. We can do this. We're stronger than we think and we've gotten this far. Go us!