You asked what was the root cause of the depression. Do you want to know why I feel that everything is meaningless?
It was October 2006. I had been in a car accident in February, someone decided not to stop for a red light and rear-ended me and I was still dealing with the fallout. I had to have a couple of surgeries, one in August and one in September. I was in horrible pain and dealing with recurring infections and I was exhausted. I was asked (told) to work on a project at work, it was on a client with whom I had an outside relationship. I made full disclosure of my relationship with the client and the client asked that I be removed from the project--not because they didn't trust me, it was simply that my outside dealings with the company made my working on the project inappropriate. My company didn't see it that way. I was the only one who know how to do my part of the project so they just had me work on it without telling the client. Integrity is everything to me--everything. I have, in fact, studied philsophy and ethics and understand that ethical behavior is absolutely central to a properly functioning society (which largely explains why our society isn't properly functioning) and I make sure than everything I do meets the highest ethical standards--I have always been more than willing to sacrifice self interest to obtain the highest ethical outcome--that's how important it is to me.
At work, I was forced into working on this client. I couldn't afford to lose my job and I was too sick to go looking for another. I was taking 1000 mg or more of vicoden a day and when that didn't work I was on morphine and I was forcing myself to focus, working 10-14 hours a day on a project which was causing a profound crisis of conscience. When the project was finished in December, the account manager who only put in eight hour days and who did end run's around me to slam together a project that was NOT Sarbanes-Oxley compliant and who was in part responsible for causing my crisis of conscience was rewarded with the highest possible honor and a big bonus from my company and I got jack shit--not even a thank you. I recently lost my job there while they went out of their way to keep him on as a virtual employee.
I can deal with everything except the crisis of conscience--they had no right to impugn my integrity. None whatsoever. I have put up with a lot in my life--a lot of abuse, humiliation, hard times, anguish, frustration, death--and I have put up with it with a sense of humor. But losing my integrity is something which I am having a hard time coping. It's been 18 months and I am no better. It has cut a hole in my soul that I don't think can ever be repaired. Integrity is a framework in which to build a system of values which give life meaning. I have no more integrity, I have no more values and I value nothing--that's really the heart of the matter.