They had to call and callAnd pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.–From the poem “Lady Lazarus”, written 23-29 October 1962

In addition to my other numerous acquaintances, I have one more intimate confidant… My depression is the most faithful mistress I have known — no wonder, then, that I return the love.

What would you do, when all hell is going to lose? Are you going to escape, and find a place to hide? Or are you going to stay, and hope for the best? What path...

Century after century, the belief that an individual’s physical health was independent of his or her emotional health has so dominated medical thought that there has even been open contempt for anyone who would dare...

I wish I weren’t me” over and over again just flat of the key of love until he forgot the words and could only hum along. Everyday was the same. The same stupid smile on...

When you told me I didn’t love youI simply thought how would you knowFor I remembered the spaces between your fingersAnd the crease between your eyesHow dare you tell meI never thought of you as...

She wuz depressed. Yeah, she wuz on stuff for it. Like me. Sometimes it jus’ takes you over. It’s an illness,” she said, although she made the words sound like “it’s uh nillness.”Nillness, thought Strike,...

It is two years since I emerged from depression and I no longer want myself dead. I want myself alive. I am no longer my own enemy. Depression is the enemy. The monster lives at...

There he must, despite the anguish devouring his brain, present a face approximating the one that is associated with ordinary events and companionship. He must try to utter small talk, and be responsive to questions,...

Between death and hell a bridge shining silver wings offers his soul hope.

I’m still not able to sleep on her side of the bed” I faked a smile.

Serotonin, the “feel-good” brain chemical that is boosted by Prozac, depends on magnesium for its production and function.

I’m broken, but I have to learn how to live. I feel stuck together with scotch tape, like after any breath everything could come apart. If it does, if it all comes undone, I think...

Antonin Artaud wrote on one of his drawings, “Never real and always true,” and that is how depression feels. You know that it is not real, that you are someone else, and yet you know...

In my view, prescribing antidepressant drugs is too often a quick and easy substitute for developing treatment plans that address the totality of health concerns and lifestyle factors that have an impact on wellness, including...

my mother, poor fish,wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times aweek, telling me to be happy: “Henry, smile!why don’t you ever smile?”and then she would smile, to show me how, and it was...

I looked hard out the window and understood suddenly that what I saw was full of color. A watercolor wash of summer light lay on the Catalina Mountains. The end of a depression is that...

I have deep feelings of depression… What can I do about this?”Snap out of it! Five cents, please.

Does he know about me? George wonders; do any of them? Oh yes, probably. It wouldn’t interest them. They don’t want to know about my feelings or my glands or anything below my neck. I...

If there is such a thing as depression and despair, I experienced it during the months leading-up to and following the divorce. Insomnia, constant and uncontrollable thoughts and a deep sense of loss were among...

All agree that, the first responsibility for the alleviation of poverty and distress and for the care of the victims of the depression rests upon the locality — its individuals, organizations and Government. It rests,...

I start to get the feeling that something is really wrong.

I wanted to say all these things about how you just have to hold on to the things you love and let go of all the rest.

Together we proceeded on our way towards catastrophe. [Depressed lawyer and his unsuspecting clients.]

Kate Gompert’s always thought of this anhedonic state as a kind of radical abstracting of everything, a hollowing out of stuff that used to have affective content. Terms the undepressed toss around and take for...

They always call depression the blues, but I would have been happy to waken to a periwinkle outlook. Depression to me is urine yellow, washed out, exhausted miles of weak piss.

I needed somewhere that wasn’t bad. I wanted to be light and happy like you, and I wanted never for you to see the dark. I was scared I would infect you with terrible feelings...

There is no loss, if you cannot remember what you have lost.

Being in home is like magic moments, in a magic world, among magicians.

Keedwell cites a study of depression in the Netherlands that found that most people coped better with adversity after experiencing depression.

It’s as if a child with a brush and too much enthusiasm has been set free with a tin of black paint inside me.

Night—it’s the only thing that will cover up one of my black moods. Good thing my depression isn’t an every day kind of thing. It’s an after day thing.

I’ve been clinging to this world like a discarded shell of an insect stuck to a branch, about to be blown off forever by a gust of wind.

Once you start down the slippery slope of depression, it’s hard to climb off of it. And sometimes you don’t want to climb off of it.

For some reason I am one of those people who act like they were born and raised during the Depression.

It was days like this when I felt it more than ever: I wasn’t a real human.

Only the weak invite their demons to live with them. Isn’t that right?

The last time I’d been unwell, suicidally depressed, whatever you want to call it, the reactions of my friends and family had fallen into several different camps:The Let’s Laugh It Off merchants: Claire was the...

Of course I began to see Nikki, which was strange because I was staring into Danny’s eyes, and Danny is a six-foot-three black man who looks nothing like my ex-wife.

They thought depression was like bieng ‘depressed’. They thought it was like being in a bad mood, only worse. Therefore, they tried to get him to snap out of it.

I’m fine. Well, I’m not fine – I’m here.””Is there something wrong with that?””Absolutely.

I didn’t know how I could want things so badly while making it impossible to ever get them.

I give myself a good cry if I need it. But then I concentrate on the good things still in my life. I don’t allow myself any more self-pity than that. A little each every...

I want to be the best version of myself for anyone who is going to someday walk into my life and need someone to love them beyond reason.

So much has been done to my body, and still, somehow, not enough.

Buradaki insanların nasıl bir karaktere sahip olduklarını merak ediyorsan söyleyeyim ki, her yerde olduğundan farksız. Insan cinsi değişmez, her yerde aynıdır. Aşağı yukarı hepsi yaşamak için çalışıyorlar. Calışmaktan geriye kalan çok az vakitlerinde de korkuyorlar,...

I can be both of us at once so no one will have to miss her, most of all me. I I

When you know truly know that God loves you it won’t matter when others don’t. And when you know truly know that God accepts you it won’t matter when others won’t.

At times everything grows misty and dark before my eyes, and I feel that the strength of my whole body is oozing away through my finger tips.

Not since the Depression has the state been this dry, have our rivers been this low, our water table this low, and our reservoirs this low.