I've had breakthrough depressions when my medication isn't working well and life gets overwhelming and difficult for sure, until it passes, and it always passes. Sometimes it seems as if the depression will never end, but it always does. My cousin is physically disabled and needs constant care. He told me he would rather have what he has than what I have, depression. I agreed, but if we all throw our shoes in the same pit, I believe I would pick my shoes out. Everyone has crosses to bear.