Depression is like a bruise that never goes away. A bruise in your mind. You just got to be careful not to touch it where it hurts. It's always there, though.
I realize that, while often happy and often cheerful, I am always sad.
If youve ever had that feeling of loneliness, of being an outsider, it never quite leaves you. You can be happy or successful or whatever, but that thing still stays within you.
Sometimes I don't know what to say; the pain never stops. The cloud never goes away, the rain never drops
My disappointments stand up and grow ever taller. They will not be lost to me.
I don't really know what depression is, I don't think I've felt it. I probably have. Things aren't the same when you're losing. You're not happy. That can happen. But I try to keep them separate as much as possible.
Guilt is a tireless horse. Grief ages into sorrow, and sorrow is an enduring rider.
Mild depression is a gradual and sometimes permanent thing that undermines people the way rust weakens iron ... Like physical pain that becomes chronic, it is miserable not so much because it is intolerable in the moment as because it is intolerable to have known it in the moments gone and to look forward only to knowing it in the moments to come.
If just once you were depressed for no reason, you have been so all your life without knowing.
Clinical depression is an extreme form of a 'bad mood.'
For sorrow ends not, when it seemeth done.
There are griefs which grow with years.
