That's exactly the kind of judgementalism that my sister has displayed. She has pooh-poohed my struggles with depression, saying, "I have plenty of things I could get depressed about, but I don't let myself. You just dwell on things too much."

I can see where she would attribute both being depressed and being poor to personal unworthiness on my part. I must be living wrong and those are my just deserts.

And I'm not saying that my life isn't what I made of it. It is. I've made the choices I've made, and they've brought me to where I am. I don't claim I got cheated or abused. I don't begrudge her what successes she has had.