Am I my depression?

Tonight I let my mind wander into dark places where my demons dwell. It plucked from old fields of ruin dead flowers. Harvested their seeds of doubt, and self loathing, and planted them outside the boundaries of depressions stronghold. Planted seeds of doubt destroying my hope for a lasting connection, for love. How weak my brain must be to self-sabotage so freely. How rotten it is to feel each seed take root, poisoning the moment, and to be powerless to stop it.