What’s depression like?,”he whispered. “It’s like drowning, except you can see everyone around you breathing.
In order to move on, you must understand why you felt what you did and why you no longer need to feel it.
+ move on + feelings + depression + recover + eating disorder + anxiety + depressed + understand + why + reason + reasoning + know + mitch albom
No matter how much I feel, I’m not going to let it out. If I have to cry, I’m gonna cry on the inside. If I have to bleed, I’ll bruise. If my heart starts going crazy, I’m not gonna tell everyone in the world about it. It doesn’t help anything. It just makes everyone’s life worse.
+ feel + feelings + cry + depressed + sad + inside + bleed + bruise + express + tell + people + help + worse + life + Jonathan Safran Foer + hold it in + supress
She was like the wilted flowers. Beautiful, yet slowly dying.
+ dying + wilted + flower + depressed + eating disorder + withering + wasting + beautiful
I can only write beautiful things about death
and only ugly things about life
that is how I know I’ve come undone again.
+ death + life + depression + undone + ugly + write + living + depressed + fantasize
The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left. At the age of 25 most people were finished. A whole god-damned nation of assholes driving automobiles, eating, having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidates who reminded them most of themselves. I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go.
I am afraid. I am not solid, but hollow. I feel behind my eyes a numb, paralyzed cavern, a pit of hell, a mimicking nothingness. I never thought. I never wrote, I never suffered. I want to kill myself, to escape from responsibility, to crawl back abjectly into the womb. I do not know who I am, where I am going–and I am the one who has to decide the answers to these hideous questions.
You know that things aren’t going well for you when you can’t even tell people the simplest fact about your life, just because they’ll presume you’re asking them to feel sorry for you. I suppose it’s why you feel so far away from everyone, in the end; anything you can think of to tell them just ends up making them feel terrible.
+ Nick Hornby + depressed + pity + isolated + alone + terrible + far away
And it isn’t that I’m so unhappy I don’t want to live anymore. That’s not what it feels like. It feels more like I’m tired and bored and the party’s gone on too long and I want to go home. I feel flat and there doesn’t seem to be anything to look forward to, so I’d rather call it a day.
+ Nick Hornby + suicide + depressed + live + bored + flat + depression + lifeless + tired
“It all seems meaningless, Dosen’t it?
What you must understand about me is that I’m a deeply unhappy person.
+ John Green + Looking for Alaska + unhappy + depressed + understand + lifeless
Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.
I’m at the point in my life where I’m so tired, depressed, and lonely that I just don’t care anymore. I’m so tired I can’t even kill myself. I’m too afraid. I will just sit here until I die of a heart attack or radiation from my computer screen.
