I tear at the air with glass nailsthat have learned to scalemountains of mirrors.

I've started to hate this city, this country, all these STUPID FUCKING PEOPLE.

a depressed person doesn't want you to try and cheer them up. It makes us sick.

Sometimes, all you can dois lie in bed,and hope to fall asleep beforeyou fall apart.

Happiness is not a reward. It's a consequence. You have to work at it every day.

Some people are just not meant to be in this world. It's just too much for them.

In the meantime, I could withdraw to my room, could hide and sleep as if I were dead

For a moment you forget how much the loss hurts. Then you remember and it buries you.

Mental illness is so much more complicated than any pill that any mortal could invent

To multiply the years and divide by the desire to live is a kind of false accounting.

It's always too soon to quit! Believe in the goodness of God practically speaking.

The goal was to get sane, to get whole, to be complete enough to support someone else.

I find it easy to spot a depressive. The illness is scrawled across them like graffiti.

You're like a grey sky. You're beautiful, even though you don't want to be.

Depression can be a form of self hatred. We don't feel comfortable in our own skin.