I could not relate at all to this book. I'm all for mindfulness, and sure meditation and exercise can help, but the essence of Huber's advice is to stop beating yourself up and you'll feel better. Maybe there are some people who are just ruminating about present circumstances until they spiral into a situational depression, but long-term depression transcends emotional factors that are so easily identified and dissipated. I like myself just fine, but it doesn't stop the black dogs of depression from tearing into my soul. As an example, Huber at one point recommends doing something you like to pamper yourself, but someone suffering from dysthymia has lost the ability to like anything -- one becomes deprived of the pleasures and joys that life used to offer. At best, life is dreary, and at worst, it seems unbearably heavy. There's little guilt or emotion about it, so it seems to defy the process of identifying the bad thoughts and breaking the pattern; it's more like a desperate search for any good thoughts or feelings to follow instead. This book offers fairly facile advice on how to stop dwelling on negative emotions, but presents no hope for overcoming the plummeting energy, poor concentration, hopelessness, irritability and insomnia that depression brings.