Dakota Johnson Quotes

I have had periods of depression in my life.

I couldn't deal with a normal life.

I have had issues with depression all my life, and it's probably true to say there was a tendency towards it even when I was very young, during my schooldays. There was often - and this is quite common with comics - a sense of not feeling as if I belonged anywhere.

I've had days when I go in my bedroom for 24 hours at a time. I call them my Cilla Black days, and they're literally black days. It's like the old Boomtown Rats song 'I Don't Like Mondays.' You just want to shut the whole day down.

Depression is so smart - it uses all your references and patterns.

Depression is something I've dealt with every day of my life.

Why am I so soft in the middle when the rest of my life is so hard?

I can certainly see how people are overcome by depression.

You never really shake depression and that's a tough road you have to deal with.

I've suffered through depression and anxiety my entire life.

I came close to depression, but when I started to feel I could really lose myself, I somehow escaped it.

I think a certain amount of depression is sort of a normal state of mind to have. Deep depression is another story - and I wouldn't say I've been quite there, but you know I have been quite down at times, I have not wanted to leave the house for days on end.

Feeling anxious or depressed sometimes is part of what it means to be a person, and it might even be essential to success.

I personally dealt with a lot of depression and anxiety in my life.

I can't deal with waking up and being sad.

Some days, I didn't know how I was going to make it to the next morning.

I had gone through a really rough patch in my life, struggling with anxiety and depression for the first time ever, and it was totally new to me. I really had no idea what was going on, and it was all I could think about, so it was all I could write about.

I've struggled with depression in my life and sort of the way that the depression itself becomes an addiction.

I'm in a contented, loving relationship, but that doesn't mean I'm not struggling with other things that are going on around me in the world.

She still had her bad days, no question, when the black dog of depression sniffed her out and settled its crushing weight on her chest and breathed its pungent dog breath in her face. On those days she called in sick to the IT shop where, most days, she untangled tangled networks for a song. On those days she pulled down the shades and ran dark for twelve or twenty-four or seventy-two hours, however long it took for the black dog to go on home to its dark master.

My schedule for today lists a six-hour self-accusatory depression.

To suffer some anxiety, some depression, some disappointment, even some failure is normal.

Alone, she took hot baths and sat exhausted in the steaming water, wondering at her perpetual exhaustion. All that winter she noticed the limp, languid weight of her arms, her veins bulging slightly with the pressure of her extreme weariness ... one day in January she drew a razor blade lightly across the inside of her arm, near the elbow, to see what would happen.

Some days I'm in better control and can navigate my way through stuff, and other days, not so much.

As a teenager, even as a younger girl, I had some depression but no one really noticed that it was depression nor did I know in those days that that's what it was but I did feel different from other people.