It's hard, very hard, expecially when my own brain is working against my better good. Sometime even making myself get up and move is all I can do and even trying to lift my mood is like shoving a mountain with my bare hands. The best I can do at that point is hold on and wait for the dark to pass. At least, by now, I know it will pass. I've been there often enough that I know it doesn't last forever... I know I'm stronger than I used to be; some days, I can get the mountain to budge, just a bit. So I endure the dark when I can't do anything else and I cling to the hope that someday I'll be strong enough to throw the mountain completely from my path.