Me, on me. // Feelings are like the wind and you have to adjust the sails to catch them in the right way. And maybe you have to adjust the boat sometimes into these impossibly steep-seeming angles (heel). The boat is built to handle this. (One assumes.)
So (caveat lector, seek your own help, this is me, on me) these are some of my therapies for coping with depression.
When you can’t stop being down on yourself. Make it a game to see which voice in your head can fling the most sublime sh-t. Because games are theoretically fun if you look for the beauty.
Listen to Enya and/or Tori Amos with earbuds, depending on the “complexity” (ugliness) of your needs in that moment. (I save BfP for special occasions. I shouldn’t.)
Accidentally stumble upon something that awakens your compassion. Do a kindness before your depression knows what hit it.
Quit demanding any form of recreation from yourself.
Write a lot, even though you “know it’s sh-t", just remove the expectation to publish.
Take advantage of the situation and let anxieties go, if possible. I was surprised how the depression made it possible. Be your version of an unresponsive, mopey, adolescent asshole. Or a saggy old crone. (Stop wearing a bra, stop trying to people-please.)
Spend time obsessing over the side-of-the-coin that you can’t currently see. Assume there’s a rainbow, over there. Depression is just another perspective. Perspectives are dialectical. You are expressing relations, albeit warped ones, relations. You remain related. Being upside-down-from is also a relation.
(Sorry, Satan.
You have to learn to enjoy the smell of your own armpits.)