I got the Depression diagnosis thrown onto me during uni and told to come back next September.
It's pretty shitty, I feel like I have to spend my time watching out for falling back into those habits. It's a bit worse now because I live abroad and my fiance lives abroad from me, so I have few friends, no family and no lover to keep on eye on me.
However, I am attending (most) of my classes and finding work, but there have been days where I can barely get out of bed unless I have to get food, and motivation can be fleeting.
It doesn't help that I am also sad as well as depressed, so they tend to feed into each other sometimes and it takes a lot of work from my fiance to break me out of that cycle. She has been wonderful and I'm lucky to have her.