My depression story --
When I was 15 or so, I was diagnosed with depression along with a couple other things. They put me on a variety of medications, but all these medications did was make me feel as though I was on crack for about an hour, then I'd come down and feel like absolute crap again. I told them once what was happening, they upped the dosage. From then on I lied and said it was helping.
in my senior year of high school (16 or 17yrs old) they switched me to something that I found to be rather addicting, and for awhile I was popping those guys like tic tacs. One day during whatever english course I was taking I realized how shitty living life like this was. And quit cold turkey. Stopped going to therapy, stopped taking pills and just decided to work it all out on my own.
Now, it was pretty bad for me. I regularly thought of committing suicide. I was terrible in social situations. If a girl I was attracted to looked in my direction, if a teacher called on me, if I had to talk in front of more than 2 people I'd go into what can only be described as thinker's block. I absolutely 100% could not get a thought through. All I could think over and over again was "ALL EYES ON ME ALL EYES ON ME ALL EYES ON ME". It really is hard to explain, because I'd try to get thoughts through. It's similar to when a word is on the tip of your tongue, but you just cant think of it... only apply that to uttering a single noise. My brain basically shut down. Another good example would be trying to get across a river without paddles. What you're trying to do is getting drowned out by all the other crap that's going on (hopefully this made sense). This made me pretty awkward, but somehow I had several different groups of friends, and although at the time I thought of myself as one of the less-liked people in school, thinking back on it now I was pretty popular.
So -- I stopped taking pills and decided to work through it on my own. I forced myself to go out and hang out with people when all I really wanted to do is stay home and read or play video games. I made myself start and complete projects. Things I worked on to stay busy included building furniture, learning html, css and other website related stuff and I just kept on chugging away. Most recently I started buying leather and started designing and making bags, wallets and other small items. I also ride my bike. All of these things were very important in my growing away from depression. I wouldn't say they cured it. I still have issues I deal with that I can't really figure out how to fix, but maybe eventually.
Basically, I cured depression by being too busy to focus on whatever ideas caused my depression. I still have the same thoughts on many subjects - I don't have a problem with suicide (if someone wants to go, let them), I don't see a point to life or existence, and I still worry unnecessarily about some simple thing I did earlier that day/week/month but these thought's aren't accompanied with "might as well kill myself". I'd say that is success.
Of course I also don't really care if I die. I assume this isn't the healthiest outlook, but its better than my outlook before. The only reason I want to stay alive now, and for as long as possible, is to see what kind of amazing things we (humans) accomplish while I still can.
I am pretty tired, and due to this I feel like this post might be a little scatter brained. If so, I am sorry, but hopefully it is coherent enough for you to follow. If not I'll revise in the morning.