Never been depressed, though, because I choose not to be.
Kind of depends on how you define depressed? I fit the DSM criteria for depression but I don't consider myself depressed. I'm just a grumpy cynic.

I feel sorry for those the have the attitude of 'Don't worry. Just be happy. Take time to smell the roses.'
Well, I don't like roses. To me wild roses are invasive weeds. I prefer Iris. So what does it take to smell the Irises?
A plot of land in the sun.
A shovel to break up that land for planting.
Some fertilizer if your land isn't fertile enough.
A water bucket to bring water to the Irises.
And finally some Iris rhizomes.
...........The above all cost money, or currency?
Then you have to put in some work, or hire it done, but you end up with what makes you stop and smell the Iris when you walk by.
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Storm come along and washes out my Iris bed. I should have picked a better protected spot, but that is all I had.
I discover when I start planning to replant that someone stole my shovel. I should have secured it better.
I still have plenty of fertilizer.
I lent my water bucket to the neighbor to scoop the water out of his basement after the flood. I expect it to be returned?
There is now an Iris rhizome shortage because I'm not the only one that got flooded. Price has gone up.
I'm not happy about the situation (depressed?) but I did it once so I think I can do it again. I start working on my plan.
Half way through (my neighbor brought the bucket back and lent me his shovel) I get my property tax notice. Seems my property has doubled in value because I have/had a nice bed of Irises that my neighbor,
with the well used Netflix account, would like to have but didn't have the money to hire a contractor to put in an Iris bed of their own.
I can no longer afford to buy the new Iris rhizomes this year so I'll just save up for next year. Hopefully the cost won't go up more than my savings over the winter.

I spend a whole summer walking past a bare plot of land remembering how nice it was last year.
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I'm not happy. The DSM-5 says I'm depressed. I could get some 'happy pills' for the equivalent of a chemical lobotomy, but I'll fight that with all I have.
Nothing scares me more than becoming satisfied and complacent.
I
value my 'depression'. It means I still have some ambition left and at least a reasonable opportunity to turn that unfulfilled ambition into reality - whatever it may be.
At this point I stop to remember the scene from M*A*S*H where Houlihan reminds BJ, who is complaining about being in Korea, that he shouldn't be so unhappy
"Maybe you *do* have the most to lose but that's only because you *got* the most."
* Maybe considered too political?