I was diagnosed clinically depressed about 4 years ago, saw a shrink briefly on doctor's orders and basically told him whatever he wanted to hear so that I could get out. I would estimate I've been like this for the better part of the last 10 years (there's a reason, won't go into it here), with the exception of one or two seasons two years ago. Probably didn't help that a short time after being diagnosed I was also prescribed a drug for something else that had depression as a side effect, and there was some controversy about patients taking it and committing suicide. I'm not particularly interested in the medication. I'm quite opposed actually. Someone asked why in that OCD thread, which I assume I have as I 'suffer' from compulsive counting and a number of other non-traditional symptoms of OCD, but I never got a chance to write a real answer, but he was relatively close with his guess.
I may be clinically depressed, I may have OCD, but that's who I've been for half my life and I don't remember what it was like during the first half. I'm not sure I like the concept of changing something like that. It seems so significant to me. I am who I am, and I feel relatively content with that, although others constantly say that I'm merely settling and surrenderring to the depression. I guess it can be spun both ways, I can't really be objective about it, although my strong cynical side makes me think the others are probably right. It tends to be easy for me to not try to 'make things better' considering I do very well in college, I work, and I get by with a pretty good social life when I want to. On the other hand, I do find myself growing increasing anti-social, or as I prefer to call it, independent. I've also read some nasty things about various anti-depressants and how little long-term research has been done or how they may permanently rewire some things in the brain, and stuff like that is just scary to me.
So who knows. For the time being, I'm able to convince myself that I'm fine the way I am.