Totally.

As a priviledged white girl who has it pretty good, good enough to afford therapy twice a week, I often feel really guilty about feeling bad. I just read this post that articulated it quite well, I think:

Because unless you've been raped, homeless, molested, or abused (and it better have been recently) -- or starved, tortured, swept up in a flood, made the victim of ethnic cleansing, forced to work in a sweatshop at the age of eight, had your hands chopped off in a diamond mine, seen atrocities beyond description, etc. -- you'd better be fucking happy all the goddamn time, or you are the WORST KIND OF ASSHOLE IN THE WORLD.