I cope with depression by dealing each second with each second. Depression is like an endless void-man, no matter how much I run, maneuver or try to out smart that guy is always there. Always right behind me I can feel him/her on my shoulder at all times. Always smiling at me. I often smile back and walk closer and closer and the closer I get the more his grin widens. But just as I get right next to him I spit in his face and run away again. I fight him frequently. Frequently I lose a little bit, like he takes a little piece of me and so I continue to search everywhere for inspiration. Little things that build me up and repair me. Things that make me stronger. From music to TV to books to sport to people to situations to experiences. Temporary distractions help too.
He'll never go away, I've basically accepted that. My depression is part of who I am, sure he keeps me from 'fulfilling my potential' but maybe my potential wouldn't be there without him. My point is that my battles with depression have made me 'stronger' and I cope by reminding myself that as long I stay fighting, then I am still alive with endless possibilities in front of me.
Although tbh sometimes I wish depression would seriously fuck off and die. What a cunt depression is, fuck me. There is no emoticon for how much of a dickhead it is. I should probably exercise too but I can't be arsed, happy people achieve fuck all anyway.
Apologies for this post.