Fusedog - have you forgotten the uproar when Stephen Fry went missing - if I recall correctly, he missed some scheduled TV work because of his breakdown.
And TV work is episodic - there are periods of work, and periods of no work - and you get to say yes or no to each different bit of work - so if you are sliding back down into the black pit, you can decide you are not up to doing that particular project - you don't get to do that in an ordinary job.
If you saw me at home, you'd probably say some pretty similar (but still, just as ignorant) things about me - I am overweight ('fat arse' - check), I struggle to do much during the day ('sat on fat arse' - check), and my house doesn't get cleaned that often ('should get off fat arse and do cleaning' - check).
What you are completely failing to understand (though heaven knows how, because people have tried to explain it in really clear, simple terms) is that depression robs you of the strength, energy and motivation to get up and do the things that need doing.
Melika - I am sorry about the tragic losses in your life at the moment, and I commend you for carrying on regardless - but I am afraid you have just beautifully illustrated another one of the ignorant myths about depression. The "But worse things have happened to me, and I am not wallowing in depression - I am getting on with life" - the clear implication being that everyone with depression could do the same, if they wanted to - they are just lazy and can't be bothered.
I am not depressed because terrible things have happened to me. I am depressed because of chronic lack of self esteem due to being bullied for 6 solid years, the last year of Primary school and all 5 years at comprehensive (and by the lack of care and support from my parents, especially my mum, when I reached out for help). It stopped when we moved up to Sixth form college, but the damage was done by then.
At 14 years old, I was thinking about committing suicide - that's not normal. Since then, the depression has ebbed and flowed. I managed to get my nursing qualification, and went on later to get a degree. Then I had children, and three consecutive episodes of PND, and that pushed me back down into the black pit, and I have remained in or near it ever since.
My latest plunge to the bottom of the pit has its origins in a nasty cold - I never got over the virus, and that post-viral tiredness and shitness pushed me back down. The news that my beloved MIL's cancer is terminal, there's nothing more they can do apart from palliative care, hasn't helped.
But as you can see, there is no single catastrophic happening in my life, no huge tragedies - just a pretty normal life. From the outside, it looks like a pretty good one too - nursing qualification, degree, good marriage, lovely kids, enough money, nice house - but all of that means absolutely nothing in determining whether I deserve to have depression.
You can get an episode of reactive depression after a tragedy or string of tragedies - some do, some don't - and the ones that don't aren't stronger or better than the ones that do - they simply have a slightly different brain chemistry, and a different reaction.
Some people just get depression - you won't be able to see a single, major tragedy to kick it off (or justify it to cynical onlookers), but their brain chemistry has gone wrong, and the black dog of depression has his claws into them. That can be a life-long illness - with periods of remission and 'normality', and periods where he is so dominant in your life, that just existing is nigh impossible. Sometimes it is impossible to go on, your mind tells you that the world would be better off without you, no-one would miss you, and you act on that (as my cousin did, when she took a header off a cliff). Some people call that selfish, but the disordered thinking that leads to suicide doesn't let you see the effects it will have - the lies in your head tell you that people will be relieved that you've gone.
I've had those thoughts - I am still not convinced the world would miss me. But that doesn't make me a weak person (because I can't just 'get past it' and get on with things, like you have), and it doesn't make me lazy either. It makes me ill. I just wish people understood.
There's a thread - Helpful and unhelpful things to say to someone who is depressed that might help educate a few people.