#depress

Somehow, like so many people who get depressed, we felt our depressions were more complicated and existentially based than they actually were. ↗

— Kay Redfield Jamison

#memoir

You say you're 'depressed' - all i see is resilience. You are allowed to feel messed up and inside out. It doesn't mean you're defective - it just means you're human. ↗

— David Mitchell

#human #depression

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 deadened feeling, which is so very different from feeling sad. Sad hurts but it's a healthy feeling. It is a necessary thing to feel. Depression is very different. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#sadness #depression

It's brilliant, being depressed; you can behave as badly as you like. ↗

— Nick Hornby

#depression

The pupil dilates in darkness and in the end finds light, just as the soul dilates in misfortune and in the end finds God. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#god #depression

I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I should any more. This made me sad and tired. Then I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I shouldn't, the way Doreen did, and this made me even sadder and more tired. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#depression

From the moment we are born, we begin to die. ↗

— Janne Teller

#janne-teller #nothing #sadness #depression

There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#depression #depression

He knows bad days. Bad days take him completely by surprise. They make him not trust the good days because it's likely something is lurking twenty-four hours away. ↗

— Melina Marchetta

#depression

In its severe forms, depression paralyzes all of the otherwise vital forces that make us human, leaving instead a bleak, despairing, desperate, and deadened state. . .Life is bloodless, pulseless, and yet present enough to allow a suffocating horror and pain. All bearings are lost; all things are dark and drained of feeling. The slippage into futility is first gradual, then utter. Thought, which is as pervasively affected by depression as mood, is morbid, confused, and stuporous. It is also vacillating, ruminative, indecisive, and self-castigating. The body is bone-weary; there is no will; nothing is that is not an effort, and nothing at all seems worth it. Sleep is fragmented, elusive, or all-consuming. Like an unstable, gas, an irritable exhaustion seeps into every crevice of thought and action. ↗

— Kay Redfield Jamison

#life