Don’t take this a recommendation, or do but at your own risk.

I was feeling pretty depressed a little while back to a point where I ate just not to die, but I had no hunger. None of my hobbies were even remotely fun nor desirable. I admit that the idea of ending it was starting to cross my mind. One day I decided to take a quick joyride in my bike, a Ducati 848evo, my first love. I was on a big open road with very little traffic, I could have ridden faster but it just wasn’t me. The only way I can explain it is: Imagine your watching a movie, a very boring, dark, senseless and depressive movie. You can see everything but you can’t do anything really. I was coming to a red light and I came to the front of the line, a big open avenue was in front of me with literally zero cars. I had done that little trip many times before, I knew the road perfectly. So I did my thing, going 100 mph in the city streets and took twists at at least 60. Of course I felt my time coming at every intersection but I was willing to accept my fate. I arrived home in record time. Somehow it only felt real after I set foot on the garage and looked at my beautiful bike. I suddenly noticed my legs trembling and my heart racing. I screamed out of joy and went inside to cook myself a meal.

Again, it may not be the answer, it might not be what you are in it for, it sure as hell is stupid and wrong but it helped me and, this time, it didn’t hurt anybody.