I can SO relate to this. Was just talking about it today, actually, how I seem to be comfortable in my miserable depression. Reality is that I hate being depressed, but since I've spent more than half my life depressed, it is familiar, and familiar has become routine. It's almost as if when I do have those good days, I don't even fully enjoy them cause I know they won't last.

Working very hard with T these days to try and break this cycle of miserable depression. Painful work, but I'm promised that the "good" life is worth it.