I think it works the other way around, it causes detachment. Which doesn't help, sure, it may become a new source of despair. But getting rid of that one source won't change a thing, there are plenty of others.
I am fortunate in that I don't really suffer anymore; as I was "getting better" one thing I came to embrace was how little sense it made. For awhile I kept a journal, and if I read the entries from the bad times aloud, I'd be constantly apologizing for them and admitting that the feelings didn't make any sense. I intellectually understood the meanings of the words, but the emotions behind them felt foreign. I mean, I remembered feeling that way, but I couldn't understand why. As things improved, I was able to get to a place where I could just resign myself to being hopeless for no real reason, but with the understanding that, in my case, it would fade on its own.
That wasn't the "fix", but just an interesting step along the way.
I am fortunate in that I don't really suffer anymore; as I was "getting better" one thing I came to embrace was how little sense it made. For awhile I kept a journal, and if I read the entries from the bad times aloud, I'd be constantly apologizing for them and admitting that the feelings didn't make any sense. I intellectually understood the meanings of the words, but the emotions behind them felt foreign. I mean, I remembered feeling that way, but I couldn't understand why. As things improved, I was able to get to a place where I could just resign myself to being hopeless for no real reason, but with the understanding that, in my case, it would fade on its own.
That wasn't the "fix", but just an interesting step along the way.