I have to focus on the good things - that I have two cool kids, a good job, a roof over my head, food in the fridge, and two cats who look at me weird when I scream or cry into a pillow but still come and snuggle with me.

That, and getting on the proper medication and finally, FINALLY seeing a therapist.

Any time I start in with the catastrophic thinking, things just spiral down and down and down until I'm pretty much unable to do anything. Then I give myself a virtual thunk on the head and remind myself that no one can fix me if I don't put a little effort into it myself. A little effort eventually leads to a lot of effort and then you're feeling better again.

Getting help when you're not in a depressive episode really seems to be the key. At least for me.