For the most part, drinking. I'm usually the person that everybody else bitches about their own shit about, I help them out the best I can, and I feel really good when I actually say something that helps somebody. That makes me feel better, for sure.
Sometimes when I'm by myself and sitting there hammered, everything catches up to me and I end up in some giant depressive episode and just pray and pray and pray to not wake up tomorrow. The next day's usually fine albeit the encumbering hangover.
I've just learned to put on a face, and always act like everything is okay until it fucking burns me; I feel like a pile of shit for a while, and just try and let it all happen as silently as I can so nobody knows that I'm not actually fucking happy, either. I'm pretty good at crying my fucking face off on the counter at 2am feeling like a bag of shit without anybody knowing what's going on lol.
And then, posting shit like this behind a veil of anonymity on a furry forum I've frequented for years just to put words out as though I were actually talking to somebody.
That's my recipe, really does work for me lol.