Riding the waves of depression

"Feelings are like waves, we can't stop them coming but we can choose which ones to surf."

Can I surf this depression and ride it to the end? I feel like I don't have a choice with depression. I have to surf it, or it will drag me under. It's like a riptide, pulling you back into the ocean, far from the shore. If I get on my belly and surf the tide, I'll make it back to shore. There's always the fear that I'll fall off and crash, or I'll hit the shore too hard, but I think surfing is the best way to do it.