To Medicate Or Not Medicate

Depression hits hard like a tsunami wave, threatening my house, welcoming the grave. Should I thrive on my daily medication, or survive, unaided, gravitation? Should I deny myself of natural lows, because they're so intense, like violent fist blows? Should I be an altered version of me, one sedated, less complicated, carefree? Is this an effective alleviation, or is there a possible toleration? Would pills create chemical fences that weaken my natural defenses? Can I still empathize if I don't feel pain? What lasting effect will this have on my brain? Should I forfeit assistance from an upward shelf, to be my indifferent, bipolar self? Should I let my known weakness sometimes reign, or spare myself of avoidable pain? Should I grieve joy's seasonal cessation, as my heart freezes from sun deprivation? Should I undulate to the beat of the moon, eagerly awaiting its fullness' resume? To medicate or not medicate? --- the question of old, the question of late. The question begs like dessert on a plate. Is it devil's food or angel cake?