When I was in my big depression I was not really into sex. I mean Jimmy and I had sex, but my mind was no present. There I would lay and look at the popcorn on the ceiling. Real fun. I was so fat I could not orgasm and really did not want to because it would involve me being present in that moment. After some time Jimmy and I began to sleep separately. I would stay up and look at ebay, watch tv or watch Joaquin stay up two nights in a row. Life was not very happy, I was sinking. My boy did not say I love you to his momma, my daughter who was two years his junior was passing him up. Jimmy worked countless hours of overtime and I had stopped leaving the house. Reading up occasionally to see how I could help myself just pissed me off. I did not want to run, go for a walk or meet new people. I did not want to lay in the sun or do step=aerobics and i did not want pills.
Laziness led me to masturbate. Why not? It releases endorphins and makes you smile when you orgasm. I read all these studies that masturbating can cause depression, well fuck that unless you do it all day long. Masturbating helped me get out of my ugly and even brought back my desire for actual love making. I would lay on my couch early in the morning, before the sun came up and would think of good times. Great experiences and let my fingers do the walking so to speak. After a time the act became more than a routine, it became a way for me to heal myself in a way. My depression was so bad I was disassociated with even smell and taste, it came back. It relieved my stress and brought a smile even if for a moment.
This is just my experience.
Love and Debating,