#depression

I am living in a nightmare, from which from time to time I wake in sleep. ↗

— Ursula K. Le Guin

#dreams #reality #sadness #dreams

Dying Is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I've a call. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#depression #poetry #sadness #suicide #art

Now as I climb this mountain, from the top of which I shall see Africa, my mind is printed with brown-paper parcels and your faces. I have been stained by you and corrupted. You smelt so unpleasant, too, lining up outside doors to buy tickets. All were dressed in indeterminate shades of grey and brown, never even a blue feather pinned to a hat. None had the courage to be one thing rather than another. What dissolution of the soul you demanded in order to get through one day, what lies, bowings, scrapings, fluency and servility! How you chained me to one spot, one hour, one chair, and sat yourselves down opposite! How you snatched from me the white spaces that lie between hour and hour and rolled them into dirty pellets and tossed them into the wastepaper basket with your greasy paws. Yet those were my life. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#limitation #misanthropy #waste #courage

He doesn't have anything like wisdom of age or hindsight. He's a biased historian of self, an emotional revisionist. We all are, for the most part. ↗

— Marc Maron

#manic-depression #self #age

Depression is anger turned inward. ↗

— Sapphire

#precious #anger

If you take action while you are mad, you will always make the wrong decision. ↗

— Robyn Wheeler

#depression #inspirational #anger

Listen, Harper. I realize how hard this is for you." A flash of anger heats up in my chest. She doesn't understand. She can't. If she did, she'd leave me alone instead of trying to force me to talk about this. ↗

— Hannah Harrington

#grief #loss #anger

I can't go on like this ↗

— Alex Flinn

#depressions #frustration #anger

and it was the pretending that might explain how she could smile so brightly while her mind felt nothing - as if, at these times, there existed a disconnection between outer and inner, a shutting off, and the key to her happiness lay in warding off pain, or dodging it, or pushing it into the shape of something else - like shame or anger or even hope. ↗

— Sue Saliba

#emotions #anger

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

— Melanie Cusick-Jones

#depression #disillusioned #anger