Bloody depression!

Sodding thing - whenever there's a possibility that I might actually feel good about myself and something I've done, I always manage to screw something else up. And the bigger and better the good thing, the more serious the screw-up is. Bloody hell I'm fed up with my own stupid incompetence, and angry at having had to wait so long for the counselling that might help. I guess angry's better than crushed and worthless, which is how I'd have felt a couple of months ago, but that's not a huge comfort right now.