Depressive Episode Quotes

I went through a time of depression in my life when I was a teenager - I think a lot of teenagers do.

When I'm not depressed, I draw strength and beauty from depression; when I am depressed, I find no such things.

I was in danger of having my children taken away from me when I needed five weeks in psychiatric care ... There is the smiling depressive which is the biggest time bomb and when they go they usually go with a bang, which was me.

When I was younger, about 15, I suffered badly from depression.

I'd been depressed before, of course. But I'm talking about really depressed. Not just feeling a bit down or sad, a depression that has something to do with biorhythms. I'm talking about the kind of depressed that floats in upon you like a fog. You can feel it coming and you can see where it is going to take you but you are powerless, utterly powerless to stop it. I know now.

I knew I was a manic depressive when I was 13 or 14, and I loved it. I always told people what I had, and I was always cresting on a manic wave. I used it, willingly and happily, and it was an extraordinary experience. When I got hit with the depressive side - Boom! - yes, it was horrible and unendurable, but that's part of the story.

I had had some months of depression. Not serious enough to keep me from work. So, I guess you'd call that a mild depression.

Bipolar indicates that you're not - you don't just experience depression, but the mood swing goes up, and it can go very up.

In 1997, a severe depression hit me, but I didn't respond well to anti-depressants.

When I turned 17, that's when it all got a bit too much. I decided to stop doing pretty much everything. I quit football. I wouldn't get up in the morning. I wouldn't go out of my room. I was very depressed.

The intermittent depression that had shadowed him throughout his adult life was about to envelop him once again.

I went through an extreme depression.

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

The little depression I experienced during my manic-depression was not like depression as anyone else had ever described it. It was very violent and angry, and I was full of rage. I wasn't lying in bed.

I was an early peaker, and then I went through a depressive part of my life and had some struggles personally. Things don't always happen as you'd expect them to happen, but there's always a second act.

I'm manic-depressive, technically bi-polar II with many borderline features.

I don't know if this is the same for everybody, but for me, sometimes I get depressed, where I wake up and I can feel a change. Something went wrong, and it's almost like you feel tingly in a way where you know something is off, and from that point forward, this anxiety kicks in where you just worry and worry... this cyclical, terrible nature.

Mania is fun. I won't lie, it's fun. But it's usually followed by a soul-crushing depression.

My own life was filled with so much love and joy that when depression struck, it was like a prison door slamming shut and I was being placed in an isolation cell. No one else could possibly be feeling what I was. I hated my depression and all of its symptoms.

It can be difficult going through a period of time where you feel depressed because it can become your identifier. In the sense that you wake up, you're depressed; you talk to your friends, you're complaining that you're depressed; you talk to your parents, you're unmotivated. You know what you could do to try to overcome it - although obviously there's no cure - but you start to feel like, 'what will happen to me if I feel better? Who am I when I'm happy. I'm so used to feeling like this.'

In retrospect, I never thought of myself as conceited - I never even wore makeup or styled my hair until I was an adult - but having Bell's Palsy made me hyper-aware of the way I looked. I became completely depressed, never wanting to get out of bed or even answer the phone.