When I first was in trouble with this my first ever depression, it was very confusing to everyone around me. I have always been the one, that anyone could turn to for help. No one "worried" about me. I could handle anything. My greater family depended on me, hugely.
After a couple months of counselling, I asked my counsellor, what happened to me? The response was (paraphrase), "Burn out Mike, Burn out; Look what you have taken on over these last 6 years". (longish story of it all, encompasses 25 years), which was conceptualized throughout the rest of the session.
After months of digging into "my past", I asked then, "So, what now?". He, (the PHD doc and Director for Clinical Health Psychology offices), said to me in his blunt fashion, "Mike, I give you permission to say the F*ck with them all". As I started doing that, it has really confused my greater family, and there has been some "push back", as I have been relentless in not involving myself in attending to their needs. They have tried to "up the ante", by trying unsuccessfully to, "push old buttons". It hasn't worked.
So, here I am, and ready to move on.
I am beginning to feel the strength returning again, (slowly). I intend to do as you say guys, and use what remains, for my altruisms and passions. Not, for what "they" think, I should use it for.
Thanks, guys.