You did the right thing, going to the psych ward when you felt you needed to. It's more than a lot of people have the strength to do, I had to be forced. Sometimes I want to go back, I miss the therapists and I miss the people there understanding me without having to outline everything. All I can say is that I hope you find a way to deal - I often find myself feeling worthless on the days my depression is so bad I don't get *anything* done, and I don't understand why I'm here. You're definitely in my thoughts.

Also, ArthurDent, your name kicks butt. It's funny, because the book I read when I was in the ward and feeling bored was Hitchhikers, so it caught my attention.