"Abyss of Despair" is a great way to put it! It actually made me smile
I take a lot to heart and will let it stay with me for as long as my heavy sentiments need to in order to naturally calm down and pass away. I distract myself with nothing, no humourous happier people when I am depressed. I want to do is absorb, analyze and elaborate on everything in my journal that derives from this one accumulated experience which broke the camel's back, extracting every bit of emotional juice possible from it in order to perceive a meaningful reason for it. Basically, I dwell within myself and embrace the negative energy, it grounds me, makes me feel like a real person. I often learn a lot while I'm depressed, about myself, about which subsequent positive outlooks gives me most hope.
Maybe this means I won't get drained as easily if I ever have to be there for depressed people later on in life, I would consider that to be a blessing.
I figure that being attracted to melancholia is normal, I find it beautiful, but being happier depressed? It has much to do with feeling more compassionate in such states, without suffering we wouldn't stress ourselves over the importance of empathy. I'd love to be able to rejoice in other people's jovial joy more often, even though *too much* laughter drains and dampens my spirits, deep down I'd like to think, I mean I know I would rather they be happy.
Another thing that helps me come out of the Abyss is by taking the Depressed Persian Tow Truck Man remedy where you look at the news and what is going on with the rest of the world- people struggling and going through more unfortunate things then you are going through and get humbled
and start counting your blessings instead of counting your woes.
