One of my favorite quotes

With all the guile of Satan himself, depression persuades you that its invasion was all your idea, that you wanted it all along. It fogs the part of the brain that reasons, that knows right and wrong. It captures you with its warm, guilty, hateful pleasures, and worst of all, it becames familiar. All at once, you find yourself in the thrall of the very thing that terrifies you. Your work slides, your friendships slide, your marriage slides, but you scarcely notice: to be depressed is to be half in love with distaster.

--(I cant remember the author) But the point is... it was not me.