I’ve never successfully kept it from happening, but I have fought and clawed tooth and nail to get back out again… many times. These days, I am properly medicated, so the lows don’t come quite so often. They still happen, though, and I can usually tell when one is on it’s way. When it gets here, I often fight against it for several days to no avail. When I finally admit that it is present, I’ll take a day and fully wallow in it. The next day, it’s back to the business of living. The most important thing I’ve ever learned about depression is that it will go away. Things always get better. Always.