If you’re talking about writing, the answer is — I did other things, too. Like, I am not *only* a writer. I work full time. I play music. I see friends. I date. I run. I bike. I travel. Like … I *do* stuff. And that keeps me going and I can feel successful doing some of those things, and then it keeps my confidence up enough that I keep writing. (Diversify your portfolio and when one stock plunges it doesn’t hurt so bad.)
If you’re talking about not killing myself, I’m actually kind of a baby in that my self-preservation mechanism is off the chart: I’m afraid of guns, knives, needles, and go into panic attacks when I feel like I’ve taken one too many codeine. In short … I’m just not wired for suicide — no matter how depressed I’ve been.
If you’re talking about how do I just keep living? I’d say I have bad days and good days, but most are pretty average. And on those average days I do just enough to put just enough distance between the person I was and the person I am. And, on a grand scale, that’s usually enough progress to leave me somewhat satisfied and ready to do it again.