I am one of the lucky / fortunate / blessed one's. I "recovered" some 10 years ago from my depression that almost killed me. I've certainly had issues over the years, even went back onto anti depressants once and still can't sleep through the night, or without nightmares, but somehow ..... somehow .... depression's evil grip left me. Despite some intense stresses and strains, I find it very easy to see the beauty in a whole bunch of things every day. I cherish every moment I feel happy, always a little apprehensive that it will be taken from me again.