#depression

Concern should drive us into action, not into a depression. ↗

— Karen Horney

#concern #depression #drive #into #should

I had some experience in dealing with people who have mental illness and depression, but I didn't see the signs in myself. I couldn't ask for help because I didn't know I needed help. ↗

— Clara Hughes

#because #dealing #depression #experience #had

The only reason I've shared my story is to take that tiny baby step of breaking down the stigma attached to depression. ↗

— Clara Hughes

#baby #breaking #depression #down #i

I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you're so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare. ↗

— Ned Vizzini

#sadness #suicide #funny

The first ten million years were the worst," said Marvin, "and the second ten million years, they were the worst too. The third ten million years I didn't enjoy at all. After that I went into a bit of a decline. ↗

— Douglas Adams

#h #humor

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. ↗

— Jane Pauley

#depression #enough #guess #had #i

Whenever you read a cancer booklet or website or whatever, they always list depression among the side effects of cancer. But, in fact, depression is not a side effect of cancer. Depression is a side effect of dying. ↗

— John Green

#depression #dying #life #life

When you're lost in those woods, it sometimes takes you a while to realize that you are lost. For the longest time, you can convince yourself that you've just wandered off the path, that you'll find your way back to the trailhead any moment now. Then night falls again and again, and you still have no idea where you are, and it's time to admit that you have bewildered yourself so far off the path that you don't even know from which direction the sun rises anymore. ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

#life #life

The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#silence

There was a listlessness in his gait, as if he saw no reason for taking one step further, nor felt any desire to do so, but would have been glad, could he be glad of anything, to fling himself down at the root of the nearest tree, and lie there passive for evermore. The leaves might bestrew him, and the soil gradually accumulate and form a little hillock over his frame, no matter whether there were life in it or no. Death was too definite an object to be wished for or avoided. ↗

— Nathaniel Hawthorne

#depression #sorrow #death