Same here, trying to stay as well as possible. I walk the dog every day, do the laundry and grocery shopping (and carrying it all in, too, as my BF can't carry any weight, whereas I can, as long as I go slow and stop to rest if I need to.)
I am end-stage, but most people would never guess it, even though they see my oxygen tanks.
I try not to let myself even get started with depression, because I know from past experience that it can take me over. I usually go a bit too far in the OTHER direction, though! LOL
Just this morning, I was walking the dog and one of our friends was awake who isn't normally, at that time of day. We stopped to say hi while he was getting himself a cup of coffee, and he looked at me and asked me how I could be so HAPPY that early in the morning (it was 9:30, so it wasn't really THAT early!)
And I told him it was a decision I make each day, when I get up. I can moan and groan and hate my whole life, or I can choose to look at the good things there still are in my life. I do not pretend the bad things aren't there, but I try not to waste my time thinking about them; I think about the good things instead.
For me, it works. And it also means that people tend to still want to spend time with me (something that doesn't happen often to people with end-stage lung disease, as they usually are grumpy and fussy and just no fun to BE with.)
So, for me, choosing to look at the bright side is the only way to go.
Do you have any family nearby?
I wasn't able to have kids, but I have a sister about 8 hours' drive away-----she has PCD, too. My other sister lives in NY, and my brother in Puerto Rico. Those siblings are normal.
The move went okay, and it was wonderful to see my brother (he came all the way from PR to move us!) but I'm still getting unpacked!! Had no energy while the weather was hot, but now it's cooling down and I'm feeling a lot more energetic, so I'm FINALLY starting to get somewhere on this place! But it IS much easier to be on the ground floor---I'm extremely happy about that!