I hate being depressed. I hate it not just because I feel miserable, but because I have no real reason to. I have friends who have any number of things wrong in their lives and friends with actual chemical imbalances that they do (or do not) take medicine to control. Me? I have a good family, a stable existance, and a husband who loves me very much. I am in good health. So whenever I get depressed, I get a nice whammy of guilt on top of it. So I doubly/triply hate being depressed. Unfortunately, my hatred alone is not enough to make the situation go away.