It doesn't help me either. I had a friend who would always beat on my door to get me to go for coffee and see friends. Usually I wouldn't go. Sometimes I would but it wouldn't help. I just couldn't wait for it to be over so I could crawl back in my hole where I felt safe and comfortable.

Sometimes though when I am climbing out of a deep depression I reach a point where that type of stuff does drag me the rest of the way out.