I've been told time and time again that I'm using depression as a crutch, that I'm just lazy and moody, and people around me seem happier when good things happen to me than I am for myself. I just finished another session earlier today in a clinical study on depression in which I receive a medication intravenously and I came away thinking, "What the hell is wrong with me?" in that I'm willing to have some experimental chemical cocktail pumped into my veins in order to make me feel that life is worth living or at the very least, somewhat tolerable. I have no doubt that there's something wrong with me and unfortunately, it took me years to finally admit it to myself. Many people (my family included) just don't get it. If you don't have an open, visible wound, then there's nothing wrong with you. Could you be over reacting to things in your environment that trigger your depression? I know I have my triggers, but the challenge lies in trying to avoid them or at least trying not to let yourself be overcome by them.