Somehow, the thought of cheering myself out of depression never occurred to me. Wouldn't that be a kind of fake cheerfulness? I just let it run its course and analyze it until I just don't care anymore.
I would say that the thinker is the thought up to the point where the thinker surrender himself to the thought and allows it to take over himself. A thought is merely a part of yourself until it is given full control to consume every part of you, at which point the thinker proceeds from the...