I am glad that I'm not the only one that feels this way, that others are willing to admit that it never seems to get back to "normal." That for some inexplicable reason it feels like this has been a life time sentence.
You got out of bed. You got dressed. You got out of the front door. These may seem like small things but when you are low or depressed or at war with your mind these small things are achievements. So I'm just telling you, well done.