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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.