The ONLY thing I can say I enjoy about depression--if that wording doesn't give off the wrong impression--is the comfort and soothing when trying to ease the pain. I sort of remind myself of my grandson as he's falling asleep. He likes to have a plush pillow or stuffed animal nearby. Not for the pillow or animal itself, but so he can feel the softness of the silky fabric in the materials label. He soothes himself with that silky touch, and even continues to do so after he is asleep.

I'm like that. I "drink in" a soft touch. Not literally, but soft words and comfort.