Well, I suspect the drugs (SSRIs) helped.

So did being reminded that I actually had a lot more control over my situation than I alieved I did, and doing something about it (namely, changing jobs).

Thing is, the problem I went in with was "I can't sleep, I'm nervous too damn much, and I'm doing terribly at work." Not "I can't get out of bed, nothing is fun, I'm thinking of killing myself, and heroin sounds like a smashingly great idea" — the sorts of things I associated with the label "depression".

And I certainly didn't go in with "Doctor, I need to be more comfortable in social situations from parties to random crowds than I ever have before in my life."

But that ended up happening anyway, which is pretty interesting.