venting...sort of:

I'm completely exhausted of depression. I think I have gotten to a point where I just don't care about the problems in my life anymore. I'm tired of bailing water out of a sinking boat.

My tired of working with my T. I'm tired of my age-old problems. I'm tired of pills. It just seems like everything these days either p*sses me off, or sends me walking in the complete opposite direction of the problem.

I feel like I'm going to snap any day now...I'm just waiting to the point where my tolerance of these situations gives out.

Has anyone experinced this? How do you deal with apathy and fustration in a cycle of, seemingly, never ending problems?

My so completely fed up I can barely think.