But I have the feeling it was a very good, ordinary day, where no one (I knew) died and the world didn’t blow up, and I was with my 4-week old son and his mum at home.
If I can’t remember in details, what happened on a particular day, when writing about it several days hence, then I fall back to the position that this is how it must have been. I feel that I am right. But in times past, when I was very depressed, I would have felt I was wrong.
So that is the way to test if you are depressed, then: Ask yourself about any particular day, when nothing out of the ordinary happened, and what you feel about that day?
If you feel it must have been a black no-good day, then you have reason to seek out someone who can tell you otherwise.
If you can’t tell yourself that it is otherwise, and believe in it.
Another definition of depression. And so even ordinary days can, if we let them, help us discover our darkest of trials. And overcome them.