#depress

I can't eat and I can't sleep. I'm not doing well in terms of being a functional human, you know? ↗

— Ned Vizzini

#sadness #suicide #funny

I waste at least an hour every day lying in bed. Then I waste time pacing. I waste time thinking. I waste time being quiet and not saying anything because I'm afraid I'll stutter. ↗

— Ned Vizzini

#sadness #suicide #funny

The same sensitivity that opens artists to Being also makes them vulnerable to the dark powers of non-Being. It is no accident that many creative people--including Dante, Pascal, Goethe, Nietzsche, Kierkegaard, Beethoven, Rilke, Blake, and Van Gogh--struggled with depression, anxiety, and despair. They paid a heavy price to wrest their gifts from the clutches of non-Being. But this is what true artists do: they make their own frayed lives the cable for the surges of power generated in the creative force fields of Being and non-Being. (Beyond Religion, p. 124) ↗

— David N. Elkins

#art #being #depression #non-being #art

It's like I have this large black hole in my brain and it's sucking the life out of me. The answers are in there so I sit for hours and stare. No matter how hard and long I look, I only see darkness. ↗

— Katie McGarry

#grief #sadness #life

Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In youth, their visit is sad; later on, it is ominous. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#grief #life

I am alive because you want me to. ↗

— Santosh Kalwar

#life #life

Depression - that limp word for the storm of black panic and half-demented malfunction - had over the years worked itself out in Charlotte's life in a curious pattern. Its onset was often imperceptible: like an assiduous housekeeper locking up a rambling mansion, it noiselessly went about and turned off, one by one, the mind's thousand small accesses to pleasure. ↗

— Sebastian Faulks

#depression #panic #life

I don't feel strong anymore I feel like falling to my knees. Things aren't the way they were before, They're not the way they're supposed to be. ↗

— Atarah L. Poling

#poetry #poetry-life #life

Logic doesn't overcome pain. ↗

— Claudia Strauss

#life

It is madness. And if you don't know who you are, or if your real self has drifted away from you with the undertow, madness at least gives you an identity. It's the same with self-loathing. You're probably just normal and normal-looking but that's not a real identity, not the way ugliness is. Normality, just accepting that you're probably normal-looking, lacks the force field of self-disgust. If you don't know who you are, madness gives you something to believe in. ↗

— Emma Forrest

#life-and-living #life