i went through several bouts of depression.
one time i locked myself in my room for days, didn't eat, didn't get out of bed, my parents had to force themselves in because they thought i was dead. my parents we're very good to me -- did everything they could to distract me and make me feel better. took me out without my brother or sisters, y'know, so i feel like im special and an only kid (they knew we all liked that once in a while. heh) and they got me to travel.
thats how i learned to deal with it -- maybe its wrong, but it works for me to just get away and have a change of scenery and people. i started doing that, when i start feeling symptoms of it, i move to another place. i just can't stand being in one place for a long time.
my boyfriend had a hard time with this, especially when we moved in together. so when i was away from my parents, and it struck again, and we were too broke to go anywhere -- he just made me work. i remember one time he literally forced me out of bed and sat me in front of a computer, completely ignoring the fact i was having my tantrums, and just said -- deadlines next week, this is the story, we need a draft by this date... then he bought me a shiitload of fudgee bars and cornetto while we "smoked" and watched Tosh.0