Hey, all:

Tonight I'm in brooding mooding over whatever twisted the concepts of depression and morality together in that dank and musty cavern I have where a contented mind should be.

The last time I spoke of the kind of loser I felt like, I offended some people, so I'm not going to rehash that here. Suffice it to say that there's a severe moralistic component to my depression -- that my being so unhappy is somehow a sign that justice is being done, and that if I'd played all my cards right in life, I wouldn't deserve to be this sad.

I know, I know -- depression is a medical illness, I wouldn't feel moral qualms about taking insulin for diabetes so why should I be ashamed of AD's, yadda yadda yadda. If psych drugs lived up to their hype ...



... that would be one thing. But the meds I take (nefazodone and aripiprazole daily, plus alprazolam PRN) do no more than take the worst edge off and raise me to functioning level, so I'm not sure my case is purely medical.

Does anyone else here feel a severe moral/justice component to their depression? If so, how do you deal with it? Are any forms of psychotherapy helpful?

Thanks -- DSM-3.1415926