People keep telling me I'm Depressed..

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So I'm 19 years old, and ever since I was 14, people (specifically doctors) have been telling me I'm depressed. The doctors put me on all sorts of meds, which only gave me a twitch (that lasted for 2 years)...
But here's the catch: I'm not depressed! The only time I've been close to being depressed was when people told me I was, but it was less sadness and more frustration that no one would listen to me. It's gotten to the point where just hearing the word "depression" pisses me off.
Does this happen to anyone else? How did you convince others that you're not depressed? Because I don't know anymore! (It probably doesn't help that I cry and can't talk when I get frustrated...) And another thing, I just got diagnosed when I was 18.

People, and doctors, have said you're depressed but you insist you're not? Why do they believe that you're depressed? What were you diagnosed with at 18?

I think I should point out that you shouldn't let a repeated diagnosis alter the outcomes of what it affects. Take a few days to let yourself rule out what you don't really believe and give yourself an objective look at your symptoms. Keep in mind, we're discussing a cycle; it's not remotely helpful just to tell someone they're depressed, so I think you'll find more accurate answers when you try and remove this popular opinion from your self image. You'll also be able to talk to medical professionals more easily.

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There's a big difference between depression and discouragement.
In my experience antidepressants don't work worth poo as antidiscouragements.

Yes. In my case they based it mostly on information that was irrelevant given the circumstances. Such as not leaving the house when I can't drive and it was a four hour walk to the nearest town. ("Town" means a gas station, convenience store, and a smoke shop.) It's very frustrating. I don't have any advice for convincing them otherwise. It's hard enough just preventing SSRIs from being shoved down your throat.

Most people are used to me joking all the time (because thats the only way I can relate to my vastly less mature friends) but when I'm not joking I have no emotion in my voice and people confuse it with depression