Miriam Toews Quotes

I was always depressed growing up. There wasn't a reason for it, I just was. I was sad and morose. I cried a lot, I wrote a lot, and I read a lot; and that was how I dealt with it.

Early on, if I was alone two three nights in a row, I'd start writing poems about suicide.

Many of my characters struggle with loneliness, that is fair to say.

Everyone has their moments of solitude, difficulties, and vulnerability.

The truth is that several years ago, I suffered from depression. And I remember during this time, I basically fell into this hole where my life became cold, and it became gray, and I lost sight of everything that was important to me.

Loneliness is always there, it's a phase that comes and goes and it is a very difficult phase.

I've certainly felt alone a lot of my life.

Your melancholy. Or depression. Along with nine-tenths of the afflictions I've studied, diagnosed, attempted to treat. Call them whatever you like, but they're just different names for loneliness. That's what lets the darkness in. That's what you have to fight.

If you're going through a dark period, remember that you're not alone.

I was in a very dark place for a long time. It's just so hard to have normalcy.

Depression on my left, Loneliness on my right. They don't need to show me thier badges. I know these guys very well.

But he [Depression] just gives me that dark smile, settles into my favorite chair, puts his feet on my table and lights a cigar, filling the place with his awful smoke. Loneliness watches and sighs, then climbs into my bed and pulls the covers over himself, fully dressed, shoes and all. He's going to make me sleep with him again tonight, I just know it.

The problem with the loneliness I suffer is that the company of others has never been a cure for it.

I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.

Sometimes I think I'm the craziest person on the planet.

How hard could it be? Is it really going to hurt? You get into that deep well of emotion if you are by yourself. Why am I here? What's the point of going on? If I can't do what I want to do, then what's the point?

People respond differently to people who are grieving. They reach out. But depression is so very isolating. It's hard to explain to anyone who has never been depressed how isolating it is. Grief comes and goes, but depression is unremitting.

I try not to think about my life. I have no life. I need therapy.

The irony of our social group is that so often everyone feels this, but there's no company whatsoever in that feeling. Think of Pound's great emphasis, the way out is via the door.

My nightmare is that I don't want to be OK.

Depression, suffering and anger are all part of being human.

I kinda went through a semi-depression. Honestly. Like, I lost myself.

Issues deals with the issues I had, the fears I had and it isn't a 'nice' album but fears and depressions are not particularly nice.

Depression is rage spread thin.