It's hard to live with, and it's hard to discuss... The stigma with depression is that you're just having a bad day, like you can really control it... Depression is misconstrued like anorexia and bulemia used to be, "you could stop puking if you really wanted to...." it's not about wanting to be happy - it's about the body being physically depressed.
I have a seratonin reuptake problem if i'm not on my meds. That's hardly "wanting to stay depressed." it's a physical ailment that needs to be addressed, both with medication and with behavior mod. I have to consciously watch my anger and my feelings... I write in a journal every day when I can't handle the anger, and other days I don't write in it at all. The journal helps because it gets everything out in a way I can read later - and figure out why I felt the way I did at that moment.
I have depression, I won't deny it. Everything I experience makes me who I am, and I have no regrets. Sure, I made some stupid mistakes before I was diagnosed, but I chose those things... Life doesn't just happen to me, I choose how I want to live. If I want a successful and fulfilling life, I need to take my meds. If I want to just 'get by' and "hope for the best" then i'll go off my meds - but i'm a single parent, and I am not going to take a chance with my anger coming out at my son - I will not not not not not allow that to happen.
We can't just will away mental disease and disorders... They are biological and physical disorders. It's a disease like any other that requires medical care.
Most likely my son will have some sort of problem, my depressive episodes started in the 5th grade. I was tired all the time and slept in the nurse's office most afternoons... After that I would have episodes about every six months... The longest i've been in a depressive state has been a year. Of course at the time I didn't realize that I was depressed, until I almost punched a hole in my bedroom wall... My son was in the other room... He came in and said, "mommy, are you okay?" I hollered, "i'm fine!" that made me realize how bad it could get.
Two days later I found a psychologist and started my therapy. The next week I started with a psychiatrist and began my medication. It's been over three months now, and everyone is happier around me, it seems... I used to think everyone hated me, I was paranoid that people were plotting against me, it was horrible... Now I do excellent work and am always wearing a smile... I have good and bad days, but they're normal ups and downs, not extreme... A bad day consists of really not wanting to cook dinner and wanting a couple hours to myself to do nothing at all... Sounds quite normal..

a good day is spending the evening walking around the apartment complex with my son, singing songs, and not really caring that my son has just walked right through the muddy puddle and splashed mud all over my good pants... Also sounds quite normal.
sorry this is so long... Since I moved into my own place I haven't been able to really talk to anyone... Living an hour from my folks it's kinda hard to get used to....
Talk later,
stlsinglemomma