When people go to see a psychiatric doctor, they pretend they can diagnose a patient, but it is all guesswork, smoke, and mirrors. They prescribe cocktails of drugs, wave some chicken bones around the patient, and serve them with a hefty bill (I have seen this happen to friends and relatives time and time again).
When the lead psychiatric association then comes out and orders the public to endorse depravity as "healthy", you know they are nothing but charlatans and vermin.
I've come to favor psychology over psychiatry. Having depression, I've found that sitting down and talking out my problems, coming to some understanding or just having open ears that aren't overly critical work much better than downing a Zoloft in the morning. It's much more personal and less expensive, to boot. The "talking cure" is much more effective than most prescription meds, or at least it was for me.
Of course, living in the gray and gloomy, uber-fast paced Portland, OR area would drive anyone down after a bit. At least the weather and life in Norman (Oklahoma, where I'm studying this Fall) is more to my liking.