#depress

Somebody stop the world. I'm scared and I want to get off. ↗

— James Delano

#humor #humor

Death comes to us all; we can only choose how to face it when it comes. ↗

— Robert Jordan

#inspirational #death

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

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

Some friends don't understand this. They don't understand how desperate I am to have someone say, I love you and I support you just the way you are because you're wonderful just the way you are. They don't understand that I can't remember anyone ever saying that to me. I am so demanding and difficult for my friends because I want to crumble and fall apart before them so that they will love me even though I am no fun, lying in bed, crying all the time, not moving. Depression is all about If you loved me you would. ↗

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

#self-doubt #love

I had no doubt that Tiny thought he got depressed, but that was probably because he had nothing to compare it to. Still, what could I say? that I didn't just feel depressed - instead, it was like the depression was the core of me, of every part of me, from my mind to my bones? That if he got blue, I got black? That I hated those pills so much because I knew how much I relied on them to live? No, I couldn't say any of this because when it all comes down to it, nobody wants to hear it. No matter how much they like you or love you, they don't want to hear it. ↗

— John Green

#love

The depressed person was in terrible and unceasing emotional pain, and the impossibility of sharing or articulating this pain was itself a component of the pain and a contributing factor in its essential horror. Despairing, then, of describing the emotional pain itself, the depressed person hoped at least to be able to express something of its context, its shape and texture, as it were-by recounting circumstances related to its etiology. ↗

— David Foster Wallace

#men

Perfume was first created to mask the stench of foul and offensive odors... Spices and bold flavorings were created to mask the taste of putrid and rotting meat... What then was music created for? Was it to drown out the voices of others, or the voices within ourselves? I think I know. ↗

— Emilie Autumn

#disguise #masks #music #perfume #spices