#depression

In a strange way, I had fallen in love with my depression. Dr. Sterling was right about that. I loved it because I thought it was all I had. I thought depression was the part of my character that made me worthwhile. I thought so little of myself, felt that I had such scant offerings to give to the world, that the one thing that justified my existence at all was my agony. ↗

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

#existance #love #prozac #love

Depression is the flaw in love. To be creatures who love, we must be creatures who can despair at what we lose, and depression is the mechanism of that despair. ↗

— Andrew Solomon

#despair #loss #love #love

It's nonverbal: I need love. I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on. And I know it's around me somewhere, but I just can't feel it. ↗

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

#memoir #love

I'm in love with someone good and kind and gentle, and he's seen the darkness too, but somehow we've become each other's light. ↗

— Emma Forrest

#love #love

I closed the door. Other people got husbands and children; I got a bag of lettuce. I hurled myself on the floor and sobbed. The worst thing about trying to get myself undepressed were the days when it seemed like I hadn’t made any progress at all. ↗

— Debby Bull

#love

...we can love someone without understanding that person. ↗

— Dorothy Rowe

#love

The lesson of the Funk Dog: “You can forget what it used to feel like to feel good about life; feeling rotten—or just a low-grad funk—seems normal and therefore acceptable. I just don’t believe that God intended for any of his creatures to be petted with sticks. ↗

— Jill Conner Browne

#funk #life #life

Depression makes me stronger ↗

— shayamalan

#hopeful #life #love #love

Depression is a sign of strength – because it means no matter how weak your mind might be to you, your heart is still strong enough to feel, ↗

— Emma Hart

#depression #maddie #the-love-game #love

He felt the guilt of inaction, of simply waiting while his life went to waste. No one was worth the gift of his life, no one could possibly be worth that. It belonged to him alone, and he did not deserve it either, because he was letting it waste. It was getting away from him and he made no effort to stop it. He did not know how. ↗

— Leonard Gardner

#depression #marriage #sadness #marriage