This morning I made myself get out of bed, shower, shave, brush my teeth, eat breakfast and drink water. I went to a friend's office to do some freelance work for him that I called out on yesterday. I caught up on some Solarpunk Press work. I volunteered at the Bernie Sanders campaign. I took my pills on time. I made art that I'm happy with.
I still feel crummy, unattractive, hard-to-like, dried-out, drained and exhausted. Yesterday those feelings beat the crap out of me. Today, I managed to tread water, performing acts of self-care at a rate that matched or exceeded the rate of internal collapse.
I feel okay about that.