#depression

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

— Melanie Cusick-Jones

#depression #disillusioned #anger

Did I miss the denial, anger, and bargaining phases, or did you leap straight to depression? ↗

— Kat Lowe

#depression #humor #loss #anger

It weren’t too loo long before I seen something in me, had changed. A bitter seed was planted inside of me. And I just didn’t feel so, accepting, anymore. ↗

— Kathryn Stockett

#depression #sadness #change

I am diagnosed with not having enough insanely-addictive drugs coursing through my body. ↗

— Sarah Silverman

#medicine #courage

No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun — for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax — This won't hurt ↗

— Hunter S. Thompson

#death #depression #fun #greed #suicide

He: What’s the matter with you? Me: Nothing. Nothing was slowly clotting my arteries. Nothing slowly numbing my soul. Caught by nothing, saying nothing, nothingness becomes me. When I am nothing they will say surprised in the way that they are forever surprised, "but there was nothing the matter with her. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#depression #death

In those pamphlets that they give at mental health centers where they list the ten or so symptoms that would indicate a clinical depression, 'suicide threats' or even simple 'talk of suicide' is considered cause for concern. I guess the point is that what's just talk one day may become a real activity the next. So perhaps after years of walking around with these germinal feelings, these raw thoughts, these scattered moments of saying I wish I were dead, eventually I too, sooner or later, would succumb to the death urge. In the meantime, I could withdraw to my room, could hide and sleep as if I were dead. ↗

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

#death

If they tell you that she died of sleeping pills you must know that she died of a wasting grief, of a slow bleeding at the soul. ↗

— Clifford Odets

#depression #marilyn-monroe #suicide #death

I’ll never speak to God again. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#depression #death

You're fucked. You thought you were going to be someone, but now it's obvious you're nobody. You haven't got as much talent as you thought you had, and there was no Plan B, and you got no skills and no education, and now you're looking at forty or fifty years of nothing. Less than nothing, probably. That's pretty heavy. That's worse than having the brain thing, because what you got now will take a lot longer to kill you. You've got the choice of a slow, painful death, or a quick, merciful one. ↗

— Nick Hornby

#death