I have suffered off and on with depression since I was a teen, which I find very annoying. I have been married to a wonderful man with a perfect family and have a great job. Only thing I can think of why I have it is that in my family it is inherited, from both my mother and father. My dad has it worse than I do (and has a right, my mom died of ALS).
Still it is a horrible thing to have, just when I thought the medication I was taking was helping, now it is not. I just want to crawl in a dark place and stay there and know that is the last thing I need to do.