I used to get myself trapped in odd cycles, around about the time I was questioning whether I really was transgender or not. I'd grow increasingly anxious about the question, find some means of reassuring myself with comforting YouTube videos or a little dress-up, and then feel much better about myself. But then this seemed to invalidate the idea that I was depressed, which kicked things back around again.
I'm under no illusions; mine is a pretty manageable state compared to some, as there are no genetic dispositions towards my getting depressed. It's not medical, but my depressive moods can spark quite fiercely from the smallest of stimuli. All it might take is a transphobic comment on TV, (commonly) the sight of a shop mannequin or a glimpse of myself in the mirror at the wrong time of day. I'm also constantly battling the urge to stay in bed when I wake, as sadly I still live with my family. These are people upon whom I rely and I have to face every day. I also spend every day hiding the self I know I need to be from them.
I think I manage simply by finding distractions, which is hard to do when I'm unemployed. Then I can focus the more positive energy I get into trying to transition, step by step.