Profound melancholia is a day-in, day-out, night-in, night-out, almost arterial level of agony. It is a pitiless unrelenting pain that affords no window of hope, no alternative to a grim and brackish existence, and no respite from the cold undercurrents of thought and feeling that dominate the horribly restless nights of despair.
+ kay jamison + an unquiet mind + depression + despair + melancholy + low + bipolar + agony + existence + restless + unrelenting + hopeless + eating disorders + trapped
So often we wait
when it’s the brave leap forward
that would set us free.
+ brave + courage + fear + free + trapped + depression + eating disorder + wait + stay + suffer
It is precisely because a child’s feelings are so strong, that they cannot be repressed without serious consequences. The stronger a prisoner is, the thicker the prison walls have to be.
He was imprisoned in thought. Memory, like a horrible malady, was eating his soul away.
+ thought + memory + enemy + depression + malady + horrible + remember + eating away + soul + imprisoned + trapped + mind
You’re cheating yourself out of today. Today is calling to you, trying to get your attention, but you’re stuck on tomorrow, and today trickles away like water down a drain. You wake up the next morning and that today you wasted is gone forever. It’s now yesterday. Some of those moments may have had wonderful things in store for you, but now you’ll never know.
You know what I think? I think that we’re all in our private traps, clamped in them, and none of us can ever get out. We scratch and we claw, but only at the air, only at each other, and for all of it, we never budge an inch.
What’s depression like?,”he whispered. “It’s like drowning, except you can see everyone around you breathing.
We spend our life building higher fences and stronger locks, when the gravest dangers are already inside.
We are trapped by our illusions of perfection, depressed by the difficulty of the road ahead, overwhelmed by the patterns of defeat. Until we are convinced substantial change is possible, our lives remain little more than a waking dream.
+ trapped + depression + eating disorder + binge + purge + restrict + change + recovery + future + patterns + symptoms + overwhelmed + defeat + road + possible + life + dream + living
No matter where I go, I still end up me. What’s missing never changes. The scenery may change, but I’m still the same incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I think that lack itself is as close as I’ll come to defining myself.
I thought about all of the things that everyone ever says to each other, and how everyone is going to die, whether it’s in a millisecond, or days, or months, or 76.5 years, if you were just born. Everything that’s born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they’re all on fire, and we’re all trapped.
+ hell + trapped + alone + projetions + escape + prison + oneself
