I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between…I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like...

It’s not all bad. Heightened self-consciousness, apartness, an inability to join in, physical shame and self-loathing—they are not all bad. Those devils have been my angels. Without them I would never have disappeared into language,...

Why aren’t I fine?

Dicen que la depresión te hace ver todo de una forma negativa. Yo no estoy de acuerdo. La depresión te hace ver las cosas como son. Hace que te quites la venda de los ojos...

Mental illness is not in the business of making sense of itself.

Okay, I’ll just jump right out and say it. I have anxiety issues.

Killing oneself is, anyway, a misnomer. We don’t kill ourselves. We are simply defeated by the long, hard struggle to stay alive. When somebody dies after a long illness, people are apt to say, with...

out there” cannot project itself as an affective experience. It is all a vacuous affair with only a chemical prestige. Nothing is either good or bad, desirable or undesirable, or anything else except that it...

I pop the lenses out of my sunglasses that way I see the bright side of things because if you always look at the dark side of things your not seeing the brightness that all...

The world can ask you to participate, but it’s a day-today decision if you want to agree to that proposal.

My heart is broken.

Cuando estás fatal es cuando intentan pillarte.

I don’t have problems. I am a writer. I am the problem.

Oh, precious losing streak,you’re too cute for your own good. I try to laugh about itbut my face is made of wood.

If the praise of man elates me and his blame depresses me; if I cannot rest under misunderstanding without defending myself if I love to be loved more than to love…then I know nothing of...

How did I not see it? Pain is everywhere. I’m just another sorry story. All these people wearing smiles, dragging themselves around–do they all know already? Do they realize how fast the world can change?

I inherited depression from my mother’s side of the family.

Some might say that suicide is for cowards. I dare them to hold a razor to their wrists and say it as they slice into their own flesh.

Thus with continued concentration and the expenditure of enormous amounts of energy he tried to keep himself from slipping into the vast distances of his unhappiness. It was all around him. It was a darkness...

After all I’ve done for you’ has alienated more children from their parents than any act of parent cruelty.

He reflects on all the times he thought she wasn’t sure of her feelings for him, when perhaps she might’ve been taking a leisurely stroll across Elijah’s heart, leaving footprints behind that he’d never seen.

Woke up this morning afraid I was gonna live.

There have been periods in my life where I have experienced depression. It has been through some of my darkest moments that I have written some of my best songs. For me, singing and writing...

Negative emotions, like depression or anxiety, have been shown to affect our immune system. Stress impedes wound healing.

You can only come to the morning through the shadows.

No, it really isn’t, but trust me, getting divorced and having to start over is the least in life that isn’t fair. I had to watch the parents of a way too young girl realize...

It was impossible to sleep. Anxiety stopped me from falling asleep; depression woke me up.

Before the state of stress or depression comes some frequent negative interpretations of one’s experiences.

I don’t know how to describe it, but the more I stare at him, the more I see his grief wrapped around him like shackles he can never take off.

But I saw the pain and sadness in everything, and swirled it round my mouth like a fine wine.

When you’re lost in those woods, it sometimes takes you a while to realize that you are lost. For the longest time, you can convince yourself that you’ve just wandered off the path, that you’ll...

tiny: but there is the word, this word phil wrayson taught me once: weltschmerz. it’s the depression you feel when the world as it is does not line up with the world as you think...

In our family “whim-wham” is code, a defanged reference to any number of moods and psychological disorders, be they depressive, manic, or schizoaffective. Back in the 1970s and ’80s – when they were all straight...

When something drops into your life that seems to threaten your future, remember this: the first shockwaves of the bomb are not sin. The real danger is yielding to them. Giving in. Putting up no...

We must read, mediate and affirm the writings of Holy Scriptures, to partake in the divine nature and overcome the struggles of life.

Despair was strength. Despair was the scab and the scar. The walled city in a time of plague. A closed fortification. A sure thing, because it was always safer, less painful to stop trying than...

Once you hit rock bottom, that’s where you perfectly stand; That’s your chance of restarting, but restarting the right way.

The sick in mind, and, perhaps, in body, are rendered more darkly and hopelessly so by the manifold reflection of their disease, mirrored back from all quarters in the deportment of those about them; they...

Wherever I was, I was happy. At peace. I knew that everyone I cared about was all right. I knew it. Time didn’t mean anything, nothing had form but I was still me, you know?...

After every sunny day, comes a stormy night

It’s not the deprivations of winter that get you, or the damp of spring, but the no-man’s land between.

In such a person, sadness breeds purpose; finding inspiration in the darkness and often times, I believe, they will impress a hell onto their own lives in order to re-create it, that others might suffer...

The more you try to impress, the more you become depressed, and the more they get tired of your coercion. It doesn’t make them love you, instead, they’ll see you as a little child, trying...

Suiffy, have you ever felt a sort of strange emptiness in the heart? A sort of aching void of the soul?”Oh, rather!”What do you do about it?”I generally take a couple of cocktails.

I pull my lower lip all the way in between my teeth. If I try hard enough, maybe I can gobble my whole self this way…. I didn’t try hard enough to swallow myself.

I saw the world in black and white instead of the vibrant colours and shades I knew existed.

We have talked about Suzy and about her last days, but it’s as if our lives stopped then and there. If I say anything to him about feeling lonesome, he goes outside and does some...

Psychologists, for reasons of clinical necessity or vagaries of temperament, have chosen to dissect and catalog the morbid emotions – depression, anger, anxiety – and to leave largely unexamined the more vital, positive ones.

He wipes tears off my face and then snot. He uses his hands. He loves me that much.

I thought by masking the depression with silence, the feelings might disappear.