I suppose that basically sums it up. And the Luvox is helping, both with the OCD and the depression, at least in terms of giving me the mental space to get things done and enjoy life sometimes instead of contracting into a ball of anxious misery. It might help me deal better with crappy life stuff, but it doesn't make the crappy life stuff All Okay, because how could it?

Actually, one way I can tell the meds are helping is that I'm able to write something as reasonable as this instead of my usual written equivalent of a high-pitched wail of despair.

I strongly suspect that my depression is in part a reaction to my OCD -- I'm driven to PICK at things, mentally and physically, and the depression is my mind trying to tamp down the anxiety, but the cure is worse than the disease.