Why argue the particulars . . .
When I get really depressed I try my hardest to wallow in it.
Johnny Cash, Tom Waits, Nirvana and Miles Davis are a must.
So are Bukowski, R. Carver, HST, Dorothy Parker and Hemmingway.
The only way I kick out of it is embracing it.
You get to a point where you see the absurdity of it all and just start laughing at yourself, or at least I do.
I would read the exploits of whores and drunks and criminals because it would make me feel worse, then better.