I've struggled with cyclical depression since I was young. I have found the best way to pull myself out of a depressed state is to smile. Then smile again. And again. And if someone talks to me, to smile back and giggle. Then find a way to laugh.
And before you know it, the depression is lifted.
Unfortunately it usually takes a few days ... ahem ... sometimes, a couple of weeks ... to remember this simple trick.
Lately one of my roommates, who is usually one of my emotional rocks, the one who taught me how to chortle, has become morosely depressed. At first, I spent days catering to his whims and needs, alternating play between clown and nurse, in an attempt to cheer him up.
The end result?
He's still depressed.
He's not talking to me.
I got mad.
Now I'm depressed.
Luckily, this all happened in the space of the last 24 hours and I've recognized it early enough to start smiling ... now.
One more time.