. . (early 20s). I was right in the middle of being really, really depressed (and fantasizing about how if I offed myself the world would be so very, very sorry it hadn't treated me better - tears would be shed).

Then the realization hit me -just how much I was enjoying swimming around in this toxic swill of self pity and world blaming.

I haven't been able to get up a good depression since - just can't take it seriously.

Sure, I can get mildly dejected now and than, but I certainly wouldn't call it depression.