Thinking about definitions... I don't think that "bad day" is a good idea.  They're not always completely bad.  Down Day would perhaps be more appropriate.

I've struggled with depression on and off the past eight years... when my counselor said that the other day, I was like "wow, eight years?  That's a long time."  Especially when one is in their early thirties.

It's a part of my life now, but overall getting better.  I actually thought I had it licked but then lost my job two years ago.  I stayed on top of that quite nicely but then had a rough summer and that got me back into a deep, deep depression.  My friend "suggested" for over a year that I go to counseling, but it took me that long to want to do it and be in a place where I was ready.

I've had Good Days lately, and I'm so thankful!  Those are the days I can get things done without talking myself into it.  The Down Days are the ones where I'm wishing for a disciplinarian.  Female, because I'm not entirely sure I'd trust a guy at this point.  Some sort of aunt/mother/older sister role.  I have plenty of those in my life-- most of my friendships also look like this, but without the discipline aspect.

As I was telling H last night, I want consequences.  I know that decisions and actions are supposed to have them, but I don't see that they really do.  Or, at least, not bad ones.  If I don't clean my house, big deal: I just do it later.  It doesn't cost me anything.

Speaking of that, I actually do need to get cleaning up...