I think people underestimate the importance of distractions. As a fairly intelligent, fairly well educated, young adult with severe anxiety and PTSD the most dangerous thing I can do is listen to my own thoughts. This is where the distractions come in.
I like things that empty my mind of the horrible thoughts I can’t escape. So I hike, play drums, blast my iPod, watch TV, cartoons, dance, sing (badly), workout, run, or just scream. And while it seems silly, pointless, maybe even stupid. These are the things that keep me going when I’ve climbed into the black hole of depression and I feel I’ll never escape.
My advice, if anyone actually reads this far, is that you should never underestimate the little things. If doing what you love makes you look like an idiot to the world, but it makes you happy than fuck them. Enjoy yourself, you only get one run at life, make it count.
Remember to smile,