Okay, so here's mine. I'm pretty long winded when I write stuff like this, so bear with me. (btw, thanks for posting on my first thread. depression sucks)

So, I first got it when I was 15, and it's been an ongoing thing, but its worst was about a month in. I felt raw in my stomach, like a physical feeling, like waves, or a vacuum, or something. I was off my prescribed anti depressants (I definitely don't recommend this) because I knew that it would make it worse (it did), and I felt I deserved it. I didn't stop believing in my god, but I hated him so much because I felt like he didn't care about all of the suffering in the world. I wanted to run away somewhere, like Missouri (I don't know why MO, I wasn't really thinking clearly at the time). I hated myself, and I thought that the world would be better off without me. I constantly thought of suicide. I didn't do it, though, because it's not really in my personality (I'm very passive) and also I was afraid. Afraid that it would hurt, afraid that I would go to hell. I just wished someone else would do it for me. The only things that kept me going were my mom and my dog. I was slightly psychotic, too. I was real shaky and sweaty and wasn't quite sure what was real. I honestly thought I was possessed. I listened to crazy depressing music, which din't help.
Anyway, that's the worst it got. It probably lasted about a month (the worst in the last ten days of the month or so). I'm okay now, though, and I hope you guys are too.