Major depression stinks. That's all I can say.

Most days are pretty good now, but if I had everything happen to me that you've gone through lately, I can guarantee I'd be sitting on the edge of the bed, staring into space, having no clue how to get going again.

Just when I think "Hey, maybe I CAN kick this thing," it rears it's ugly head.

No, you're not being self indulgent, not at all.