I think I've been looking at this all wrong.
Depression has a tendancy to be self-defeating.
You enter a firm state
Where you don't even want
      to think about anything
      other than what bothers you.
A cycle:
I need to get out of the washing machine
Kick open the door
and wipe these stupid suds off me
and manage to not slip on the way out
I need to look at my friends differently
I need to notice just what they've done
While I've been moping about
In my dreary shell
I need to cherish what I have
Instead of whine about what I don't
In depression, your focus is . . .
      . . . different.
You never look at the good things,
However present they may be
It's part of the cycle:
Good things are scorned
or looked down upon
While every single little tiny
      whiny crappy piece of dirt
that's in your life
is brought to the surface,
to be inspected and concentrated on
much more than it needs to be.
I need to go thank Chris
for being a figure of optimism,
a beacon of happy light,
no matter how dark it was around me.
I need to go apologize to Mandy
for unintentionally ignoring her
when all she wanted was to talk,
to be near somebody friendly.
I need to go thank Jeanette
for doing what she did
while we were backpacking.
I really needed the comfort.
I need to hang out with
      Sam and Irwin more.
I need to stop what I'm doing
      the next time Ashley calls.
I need to find out what
      the hell happened to Briana.
I need to talk to Tyler more.
I need to call Allison more.
I need to go hug some people.