I have days when I feel hopeless. Overwhelmed by the thought of living the rest of my life out like this, I'm 47. I have moments of overwhelming self pity.

I have more days of being thankful.

Thankful I am not worse than I already am. Thankful I can deal with it. Thankful I don't have any other number of awful things wrong with me. Thankful for so much.

I think that is how depression sets in...dwelling on self pity instead of finding something to be thankful for. I strive to stay thankful but you know, everyone has their days when it seems impossible.