Nobody would write a book about my life

What would they call it? Urge to run? Misery doesn't love company? I told my counselor today that I need a "Misery-ectomy".  I come from a long line of miserable people. Alot of them were/are crazy in some way. I use the term "crazy" with all affection, by the way. My brother, who died at 35 from an overdose of meds, was diagnosed as "bi-polar", but I think that there was much more to it than that. My mother has OCD - definately OCD. (You'd think that someone with OCD would have a very clean house - but that is not always the case. I grew up in squallor) My father was depressed. My other brothers have exhibited signs of depression for years. I could go back generations and you would find a bunch of really, truely, miserable people. Spread out throughout the family - misery. My uncle that just passed away was miserable. Where did all this misery come from?  Who knows, but they would never write a book about it.