If each day is a miracle and I can’t feel that lost in depression, is it really?  I do believe in miracles but I know my moods are deceivers.  Let me consider if each day is not a miracle and isn’t this a slide into oblivion.  Maybe, I can’t trust my feelings (my depression in this case) and choose to believe each day you have on earth is really a miracle and wait until I feel that.  The converse of that belief is futility.  Depressions do come and go.  I just have to ride it out and believe the time I spend here is worthwhile.  That is what I choose to believe.