I agree about disappointment.

When I first accepted that I had depression and managed to reach out, I figured (in my complete naivete) that I would get better...like I had the flu.

No.
I am better, but I simply have accepted that I will never be the same as I used to be (it's a pretty recent acceptance...like a year or so).
I have a new baseline for normal...
Sometimes I am really angry about the unfairness of all of it and I have a good old pity party for myself.

The whole thing is very disheartening. And unjust. It's sad that I feel so defeated and feeling defeated certainly wears away at the will to fight it all....

I don't know if I have faith in anything anymore