Thoughts on depression

It came to me, while talking to my phycotherispist...that the sound of my voice became distasteful... I got sick of hearing myself complain about my life. Then it came to me, that if I lived in Iraq, or similar wartorn country, or wartorn time.... my problems wouldn't even come to mind, let alone determine the demenor of my day. My focus would be just living, taking my next breath, or finding safe shelter, or next meal.... I wondered how good times lead to focus on things that are better left unfocused on. So, I resolved not to focus on them.
They haven't gone away, but I don't spend my time and money on listening to the sound of my voice complaining about the state of my affairs.