Yay for pseudo-poems
I think this poem is exactly right. The only useful thing my psyc did was recommend a book
to me. Basically its idea of depression, determined by three doctors, was your idea right there(go you). It took me a while to digest that idea, but when I did I really identified with it.
I would feel bad, the look at my job, income, apparent social circle. Then call myself an idiot and beat myself down. Now I just try to tell let me brain be sad when it needs to and tell it to shut-up if it starts trying to beat me down. "Fuck you brain! A, B, & C are serious issues most people don't have to deal with! It will take time!"