I was asked by someone involved, who knew about my problems, if I'd be able to do it, what with the depression and all. Would I crumble?
I said no, of course not.
But I was really thinking yeah, I'm pretty sure I will but I need this project.
Not only did I not crumble but, once I was in the thick of it, the depression was put to one side and never became an issue. The more stressful it got, the more I'd initially be sent into panic, which isn't good, but that panic would always be followed by a feeling of action - the need to overcome challenges. In a way, I found myself thriving on the panic because it gave me very clear goals and, as it turns out, I'm not bad in a crisis.
Panic is where I'm at right now.
And it's not all that bad.
BONUS: Today's Reason To Be Angry (it's a Sky News link and you shouldn't click it if you are on the verge of depression, are already convinced human life is an abomination or, alternatively, if you are happy living in a bubble of complete delusion)