I know for a fact I'm hopelessly screwed up. But that's through the good times and the bad.
I think I've graduated from being suicidal, to just having fits of absolute depression.
It might be pride I feel, but I certainly feel some positivity in knowing that I am not simply psychologically depressed. Whatever reason I am as fucked up as I am, it isn't some chemical downer. I really am a shitty human. I mean if you made a bell curve of what 'normal' people experience or accomplish in life, and I mean dead normal mundane as shit absolutely average mother fuckers, I would be skewed harshly into the realm of failure. If that isn't a reason to be depressed, then depression doesn't mean anything. I guess the next level is figuring out why I am such a fucking waste of humanity.