When I've been depressed, off my meds, unbearable to myself and others, I'l let my obsessions overwhelm me. These obsessions are not the kind of arts I'm talking about. Usually when I'm depressed I'll dive into computer programming, science research, and a few other activities I'm able to focus on to the exclusion of all else. Sometimes my obsession has been exercise, usually long distance running, but I don't run anymore because my knees are trashed and my meds work well and I can't ignore the pain as I've done while living in my own dark unmedicated world. Pain is no big deal when I'm depressed, in fact it's something real in a world that is empty to me.
But when I'm not depressed I often feel I have to make something, create something, anything, and writing just won't do. I can be in a perfectly fine mood, not dark or brooding, feeling quite sunny actually, but then I start to mess around with my photographs and the dark stuff just oozes out of me and I'm not sure whether it's therapeutic or not.
Fallout Shelter No. 9 by hunter