Everyone who has something along the lines of depression knows that there are good days and bad days. For some people the bad days outweigh the good, which sucks. For some people the good days are milder versions of the bad, which sucks even more.
The thing with bad days is, they’re there. Nowadays, I just try to embrace them. Not wallow, because that is a recipe for disaster, but let them be there. Every now and then I just give in to the urge to stay in bed all day. Not too often, but sometimes. Bed is nice. I sleep all day and when I wake up I maybe read some, and then I sleep some more. Because sleeping rules. Fact.
Functioning Insanity 