I think that in my mind I believe that depression is a real and serious issue, but in my heart I don't accept that it's real.
A few months ago I got tipped over the edge and spent months "depressed" according to everybody I knew. But when I look back on it I feel like I was just being a baby/attention whore. Recently the access center at my school told me I'm depressed, but I'm disgusted that their almost taking away my accountability for the screwups I've had in school in the last few weeks.
And having gone through months of mental anguish on end, suicidal thoughts, the whole nine yards, I don't feel any sympathy for myself, or anybody else who's depressed.