I don't get depressed: I get anxiety; mind-flaying, throat-gouging, vomit-prompting anxiety that rips out my heart and submerges it in a swamp of misery.
When that happens, it usually peters out after an hour or less. It's too powerful to be prolonged, and with some positive thinking I can keep myself from jumping out a window.
So yeah. Think good thoughts, calming thoughts, and take deep breaths. Or I get commando on my pansy ass and say stuff like 'stop being a pansy, you ass' in my head. I try and be hard on myself every now and again to keep myself well-rounded and not completely unbearable. I also mollify and spoil myself like a dog lady. They cancel each other out but the clash of ideals equates to stability, so never let it be said that I'm unbalanced. Well, yeah, I'm unbalanced but I don't think that the chainsaw massacres will occur a while yet. Not unless I accidentally throw away another limited edition Star Wars cup... oh god.