I am feeling well. That is a good thing to feel for a change. Yesterday, I was feeling sluggish and poorly. I'm glad that I didn't assume it was the depression and treated my body to the rest it needs when my chronic illness acts up. Sometime's the differences between the two can be subtle. My therapist wanted me to push through it, thinking it was the depression, but I chose to sleep it off. She thought I would feel worse. I actually feel better. I'm glad I chose to listen to myself. I'm glad I'm doing well today.