I gave up pills long ago for depression, simply because they fucked me up more so.
These days, I'm not depressed exactly, but dissatisfied with how living a life is defined. I see human life being so boring and predictable, with drones who indulge in meaningless conversations and parties, fulfilling primal interests of sex, violence and self-indulgence. I can't imagine myself bothering to pursue such a shallow life for self-fulfillment like that, but then, that's seems to be the mainstream definition of living these days. The true ambitions I want to fulfill are way beyond my reach or outright impossible, merely a fantasy I enjoy; so I see life for what it truly is and just live for the sake of living.
I don't feel depressed exactly, I feel a sense of pity for the world and feel alienated by it's customs.