Next mood swing : 6 minutes and counting...

My night has been... slightly terrible. For some reason at 8pm I started feeling incredibly bad and was about to go out. So I got as far as getting dressed and then broke down for about 1/2 an hour. Then I decided that since I was supposed to be in the city by the time I'd finished having a fit, I just messaged my friend and said I couldn't be there. *sigh* Then by about 10pm I started to see the light at the end of the tunnel, as it were...
The really odd thing is that I have next to no idea what caused it. I'm still stressed out about relationship issues - but then again I still have all my limbs, faculties and senses so I don't have that much to complain about.

If some deity didn't love us, it wouldn't have allowed the creation of alcohol!

This morning has been pretty weird. I didn't get much sleep last night, which sort of sucks, but in any case at least I'm moving around this morning with a bit more vigour and lust for life than I was last night. I hate it when you get so darn depressed but can't just go to sleep or something.
I guess there's a lot to be said for chemical enhancement of one's moods. *laugh* Better living through chemistry, even!
I was supposed to go over and see --- this morning, but I didn't wind up going. I was up at 9am after going to sleep at 6am, but mum was out at the hairdressers (annoying that after her having a migraine last night and me staying home to make sure she was okay - she's bright and perky in the morning and I haven't had any sleep and feel bleh).
I do want to see ---, but I'm worried that if I do go over then I'll just wind up falling apart and everything. I have a feeling that its not working out, which really sucks. I think I need a break, don't know about ---. At the moment whenever I'm with him I tend to start stressing after about 1/2 an hour to an hour, and this means that when I eventually go home I feel terrible and fly into a depressive attack.
I called --- this afternoon just before mother and I had lunch, which was nice. We spoke about a few things. I wish I had her life, though. Or at least something like it. I could possibly even handle the medical work. She's so lovely, too - anyone who'll talk to me when I'm feeling down is great in my opinion.
I'd just like to have it on record that being susceptible to depression in the manner of having attacks really sucks. Especially when the attacks last several hours and won't go away no matter how many people say "C'mon, cheer up!"
In fact my mood seems to be inversely proportional to the amount of people who say that and the determination with which they say it. Sod off the lot of you.
If you want someone to cheer up the best way to do it is just to talk to them about other things and get them into a situation where their mood isn't the primary focus - then if they need to do something other than talk, let them. Don't let them sit in silence for too long, etc, there are techniques for breaking people out of that gently. But as long as there's a 'sidelined' attempt to improve their mood it will work.
So do it properly. Especially if someone's an expert depressive, like me.