I've been doing it for four, and most of it has been pretty miserable and hopeless, just not quite enough to go visit the bridge that one last time. There were also some decent times here and there as well. And fairly recently I discovered something that I can see myself spending years on if I ever get back to a materially stable place. So I'll keep doing the barest of minimums that I can handle until it either somehow works out for the better or kills me. That's literally the depressed person's trump card - "if I die - I die, oh well".
When you've been wet and cold for a long time it becomes hard to even imagine that you were ever warm and cozy in the first place. But it only takes one good evening in front of a fire to bring that back. So just keep doing what you can to find your fireplace, even if all you can do is lay down on the floor and cry. Maybe someone will hear it and come by with a portable heater c:
Dang, you weren't kidding.