I was so scared to give up depression, fearing that somehow the worst part of me was actually all of me.

If you are chronically down, it is a lifelong fight to keep from sinking

Some friends don't understand this. They don't understand how desperate I am to have someone say, I love you and I support you just the way you are because you're wonderful just the way you are. They don't understand that I can't remember anyone ever saying that to me. I am so demanding and difficult for my friends because I want to crumble and fall apart before them so that they will love me even though I am no fun, lying in bed, crying all the time, not moving. Depression is all about If you loved me you would.

That's what it's like in my head all the time, constant snow, constant weather patterns of all sorts - blizzards, cyclones.

It's like Samson and Delilah: watch your back, because trouble could be the person you're sleeping with.

Everything's plastic, we're all going to die sooner or later, so what does it matter.

Mental illness is so much more complicated than any pill that any mortal could invent