One of my favorite ways to get un-depressed is to play with my depression.  Like most artists, I swing; like most children of the digital camera era, I take comfort in being able to make my own little stop motion reality show of emotion.  Framing the drama names and befriends it, in a way that Rumi might have approved:

This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.