Back in my day, that graffiti stuff was a menace. It was a rebellious scribble of defiance with the intent to buck the system. It's violent scrawl was a weapon.
But interspersed were colours of inspiration and beauty, and it grew and became a thing, and now, in parts of Melbourne, there are works of art that make you feel something good inside. They have become landmarks and add character to our city. We now have a personality.
The defiance refined. A violent scrawl can become a thing of beauty. Vikruti becomes something.
Your depression is on the way to something else. Disease is also at the mercy of time and cannot stand still.
aka this too shall pass.