I'm not chronically depressed, but I had a low point due to a fuckup involving a sexual indiscretion and lying about it where I understandably lost most of my friends, started thinking I was worthless, and contemplated suicide. I talked to a nice lady with dogs and a therapy license and I was soon myself again. I do not regret seeking help and I've had a lot of good things in my life in the 17 years since that I might have missed if I hadn't.
I'm not anti-Christian. I'm anti-stupid.