Specifically, its day 8 of antidepressants.
Day 7 was a failure. I did not go to work. But sat in stillness in my bed.
Say what you will about time, it will always give you another chance.
There is always the next day, the next minute, the next week. It just keeps on marching and dragging us with it.
So today is a new start. One where I will go to work. And earn a living. And it will be better than yesterday.