Growing up in a family with zero tolerance for any sort of MH issues was a trial. Depression was simply self-indulgence and could be overcome by thinking Positive Thoughts. I suffered from low self-esteem, anxiety and depression from a very young age, as did my brother. Our over-bearing, emotionally and physically abusive mother was largely the problem, but there was definitely a genetic element involved in my father's family. I was not diagnosed until I was in my 50s - all that life wasted and given over to black clouds. Now my beautiful daughter has it, and I would give my eye-teeth to save her from the awfulness that was my real life. When I say "real-life", I mean that I have been a highly successful professional, with so much given to me in terms of blessings, and seem to have it all - but those dark, demon-ridden nights, the inability to get a perspective on life and the self-destructive behaviours have been an utter curse. My dear brother, the most intelligent and generous man I have ever known, died without ever having been able to reconcile himself with the rejection of our mother. I know I will never be entirely free despite the devotion of my lovely husband. Best wishes and thoughts to all of you who suffer in this awful way.