There's a significant difference between the casual DSM-reader's "everyone's got a diagnosis" and problems that lead to significant dysfunction. Even if you're

There's a significant difference between the casual DSM-reader's "everyone's got a diagnosis" and problems that lead to significant dysfunction. Even if you're only looking at the "entry level", there is a difference not only in magnitude but in kind between having the blues, or even having life-altering acute sadness, and being what a clinician would call depressed. Similarly, there's a huge difference between, say, believing in the lamed vavniks (that there are, at all times, 36 truly righteous people roaming the planet doing good — the idea being that you might be one of them, and breaking with that nature could have some nasty consequences in the hereafter) and believing that Murray next door is really the archangel Gabriel in human form. Or wondering if that cute barista is flirting with you and interpreting the name written on your cup as a love letter. We may all be a little fucked up, but only a little.