It's only recently that I have come to accept that this is a disability, that I am a person with a disability. I'm still not entirely sure what to do with that yet, other than as an identity and for solidarity's sake.

This is pretty much where I'm at right now with my depression, learning to live with it and accept that it's not going to disappear as quickly as it started. I think I'm getting better at that. At being kind to myself, or at least not beating myself up as badly.

Thank you for writing this.