forsyth | A thought

When a depressed person does something they enjoy to try and cheer themselves up while they're depressed, it's kinda like the babysitter giving a cookie to a kid to distract them right after they learn to say "fucK.' It sets up entirely the wrong kinds of associations, like "saying this word gets me a cookie!" Or "Being miserable means I get something that makes me happy." Which really just makes the whole thing worse, I suspect.