I do not believe I was born depressed. I believe I was born normal. Intelligent, sensitive.
My parents had wanted a boy after 2 girls, father had always wanted a boy, he had already picked a name I was to be called Antony.
Image the disappointment, another girl.

I was of little interest to them, they both ignored me, I was nuisance, a burden. As I got older mother made it clear she disliked me, told me I was fat, ugly, stupid, that I stank and that 'Nobody who ever like me, I would never have any friends'.
I never remember feeling wanted, loved or hugged, cuddled or kissed. I remember no kindness or warmth. A refrigerator mother.
If I'd only been a boy! My life would have been so different.
I came to hate myself, I wanted to disappear.

Mother was spiteful. I had no one.

I have lived with depression ever since I can remember. Mother deliberately crushed any childish joy with relish.
My parents were not good to my elder sister either, she like me was a scapegoat.
Middle sister was a favorite, and doted on.

Maybe a tougher, more resilient personality would have survived my parents coldness better, but me, they destroyed the person I should have been.

Some mental health problems are probably inherited, but for me my depression is my 'parents' fault, of that I have no doubt.

So how is it for you, nature or nurture?