Maybe time would not feel as heavy if I didn’t have this guilt – the guilt of knowing the truth and stuffing it down where no one can see it.

Sometimes I though about killing myself. The idea of it circled my head, shining and lovely like a tinsel halo. How beautiful it would be if everything could just stop. If I could stop. If...

When the door to suicide opens it becomes a viable option that you never considered before, but, once ajar, it initiates an invasion strategy. Day by day thoughts blacken under the occupation of the new...

Creative people are more prone to depression.

Anna Petrovna: Kolya, my dearest, stay at home.Ivanov: My love, my unhappy darling, I beg you, don’t stop me going out in the evenings. It’s cruel and unjust on my part, but let me commit...

Grief is depression in proportion to circumstance; depression is grief out of proportion to circumstance.

My sadness is beautiful. It infuses everything I do. It is at the core of my identity and always has been, just as happiness is in some people. I refuse to be told that it’s...

You have a light in you that’s almost blinding. But in me there’s only darkness. Sometimes I think it’s like the darkness that infected you that night in the inn when you began to cry...

…trying to use willpower to overcome the apathetic sort of sadness that accompanies depression is like a person with no arms trying to punch themselves until their hands grow back. A fundamental component of the...

Except you cannot outrun insanity, anymore than you can outrun your own shadow.

If they tell you that she died of sleeping pills you must know that she died of a wasting grief, of a slow bleeding at the soul.

Truly, a life in constant pain is the life of the damned.

Depression is not caused by a chemical imbalance in the brain, and it is not cured by medication. Depression may not even be an illness at all. Often, it can be a normal reaction to...

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...

Depression is the most unpleasant thing I have ever experienced. . . . It is that absence of being able to envisage that you will ever be cheerful again. The absence of hope. That very...

Nestled in the valley of darkness, in the deepest depths of depression, are the priceless gems of; creativity, intuition and sensitivity. The trick is learning how to navigate the dark, so these precious gems can...

Our Generation has had no Great war, no Great Depression. Our war is spiritual. Our depression is our lives.

Here is the world. Don’t be afraid for wonderful and terrible things will happen. Simply remember to breath.

I sometimes think that I don’t have a purpose in this world. I am simply useless and wandering.

She felt happy these days, yet there was always an undercurrent of sadness just below the surface

…the heart has no tears to give,–it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.

Depression is a sign of strength – because it means no matter how weak your mind might be to you, your heart is still strong enough to feel.

When we criticize the suicidal for being selfish, we are actually criticizing them for not enduring their pain with grace and good manners. These are nice qualities; we may be correct to reproach average citizens...

If green is envy and blue is depression, then I’m feeling quite turquoise right now. But maybe with a little luck, I’ll feel teal a little later.

The parts of my mind that apply logic and understanding had somehow abandoned me, and something primitive and instinctual took control.

Every day you feel like you can’t control the forces affecting your fate-your job,the government,your addiction,your depression,your money. So you stage micro-revolts. You customise your ringtone,you paint your room,you collect stamps. You choose.Choices,even small ones,can...

For weeks Tyrone thought he was going to die any minute, and there were also times when he was afraid he wasnt going to die.

What happened? Who killed me?

We have to take the first step as though there were no God. It is no use to wait for God to help us, He will not: but immediately we arise we find He is...

What came first, the music or the misery? Did I listen to music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to music? Do all those records turn you into a melancholy...

Diversion is pernicious to depressives. Our lives are like waking dreams–correction, nightmares–where monsters chase us, never breaking off pursuit in order to rest or to eat or to look for easier prey. Diversion prevents us...

With God as my witness and love as my guide, I did all the best that I could. I’m sorry I wasn’t everything you ever wanted. I’m sorry I wasn’t enough. If I could only...

Sometimes I just think depression’s one way of coping with the world. Like, some people get drunk, some people do drugs, some people get depressed. Because there’s so much stuff out there that you have...

Happy Endings are an illusion. Real life is filled with brief moments of fleeting happiness, but ultimately every life is a tragedy that ends in death and grief.

I’ve been married but I’m not anymore. And I still believe in love.

You cannot be a good writer of serious fiction if you are not depressed.

Something, somewhere, knows what’s best for me and promises to keep sending me people and experiences to light my way as long as I live in gratitude and keep paying attention to the signs.

I’m tired of justifying why I love someone. I’m done with the explaining.

Even the demons are encouraged when their chief is “not lost in loss itself.

I remember a scared, young girl hiding in the guise of arrogance and rebellion. I remember feeling lost in a world where everyone else seemed to have it all figured out. I remember the tears...

Grief comes and goes, but depression is unremitting.

It is painful for the plant which is myself to live in the atmosphere and light of this world. Somewhere an element is lacking which would permit me to continue.

Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons. We can only record its moods, and chronicle their return. With us time itself does not progress. It revolves. It seems to circle...

Sorrow on another’s face often looks like coldness, bitterness, resentment, unfriendliness, apathy, disdain, or disinterest when it is in truth purely sadness.

I was woken by a shell-burst in the trench of sleep. Heart skipping, with eyes fighting light, my thoughts sprang up like a field of starlings startled by a farmer’s gunshot, a thousand separate, autonomous...

Pain is always emotional. Fear and depression keep constant company with chronic hurting.

Depression is a lying bastard.You’ll have better days, I promise you.

Slowly, inch by inch, I felt myself recovering. After a few weeks, the darkness began to recede; my appetite for life returned. Haven was wonderful; she understood and nursed me through these weeks until I...

A grief without a pang, void, dark and drear,A drowsy, stifled, unimpassioned grief,Which finds no natural outlet or relief,In word, or sigh, or tear.

To all who struggle with depression or suicidal thoughts: you are not alone. we are all on this journey together. I promise you that there is hope. Let us reach out to one another and...