I was first diagnosed with depression at 14. I was very angry and hurt as a consequence; my siblings (who are all younger than I am) were upset that they were impacted by my needs, and I was told I could not talk about how I was feeling to any of my friends. So I ended up feeling very alone.
Going through this second real episode now, I feel angry again some of the time, but it's more at myself. I'm angry that I am going through this and that I can't be different. I know, deep down, that it's just my reality and that my depression doesn't define me, and I hope it will get better, but the experience of having an "invisible illness", having to pretend, coping with stigma and particular interventions is a real struggle.