“The sun stopped shining for me is all.”
“My desperation is deliberate. Despondency s a pheromone.”
“I began to picture the world without me in it.”
“If I can ever get my hands on it, I’m gonna smack the shit out of your sadness.”
“Empty teacups gathered around her and dictionary pages fell at her feet.”
“People change big when they feel they’re not needed anymore. They shut themselves into the corners you never knew existed.”
“People think depression is dark: it is White noise covering the mental landscape”
“That s the problem with letting the light in-after it s been taken away from you, it feels even darker than it was before”
“I daresay you know how it is when one falls into a fit of the dismals; one says things one doesn t mean.”
“I start to think there really is no cure for depression, that happiness is an ongoing battle, and I wonder if it isn t one I ll have to fight for as long as I live. I wonder if it s worth it.”
“I don t want any more of this try, try again stuff. I just want out. I’ve had it. I am so tired. I am twenty and I am already exhausted.”
“It s my experience that people are a lot more sympathetic if they can see you hurting, and for the millionth time in my life I wish for measles or smallpox or some other easily understood disease just to make it easier on me and also on them.”
“Others imply that they know what it is like to be depressed because they have gone through a divorce, lost a job, or broken up with someone. But these experiences carry with them feelings. Depression, instead, is flat, hollow, and unendurable. It is also tiresome. People cannot abide being around you when you are depressed. They might think that they ought to, and they might even try, but you know and they know that you are tedious beyond belief: you are irritable and paranoid and humorless and lifeless and critical and demanding and no reassurance is ever enough. You re frightened, and you re frightening, and you re not at all like yourself but will be soon, but you know you won t.”
“The sun stopped shining for me is all. The whole story is: I am sad. I am sad all the time and the sadness is so heavy that I can t get away from it. Not ever.”
“عادة ما أشعر انى خفيفة قادرة على ان أطير وأنا مستقرة فى مقعد أقرأ رواية ممتعة. حين أشعر بنفسى ثقيلة أعرف أنى على مشارف نوبة جديدة من الاكتئاب”
“Because that’s the thing about depression. When I feel it deeply, I don’t want to let it go. It becomes a comfort. I want to cloak myself under its heavy weight and breathe it into my lungs. I want to nurture it, grow it, cultivate it. It’s mine. I want to check out with it, drift asleep wrapped in its arms and not wake up for a long, long time.”
“Losing your life is not the worst thing that can happen. The worst thing is to lose your reason for living.”