No, nighby, I read her as criticising the flood of wealthy, comfortable women with lovely things and busy social lives, who capitalise on their "depression" to write articles and books about their suffering.
The bit I quoted is sarcastic, you can see that, can't you? No, it fucking doesn't make me feel better when somebody, who wouldn't know a real problem if it pulled up on their drive in a horse-drawn carriage, moans about their depression and claims to empathise with the rest of us.
If I thought "Pull yourself together if you're rich" worked, I wouldn't be where I am now! I was rich. Now I'm destitute, literally. It happened because of stress & depression. The stress & depression were caused by crap in my life. If I'd had the benefit of JSP's advice, I might have dumped the crap and not got poor.
People whose crap IS their life - the poor, the sick, the stuck-in-a-war-zone - can't dump it. So they deserve sympathy. Which they do not get from middle-class moaners.
I suppose I could express this more clearly again, but I really do have crap to deal with.