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

I don't think it matters how many parents you've got, as long as those who are around make their presence a good one.

When things get unbearable, I wrap myself into a tight ball and shut my eyes. Every muscle in my body is tense. I open my eyes and I'm still where I was when I closed them to escape. Nothing's changed.

I want to explain how exhausted I am. Even in my dreams. How I wake up tired. How I’m being drowned by some kind of black wave.

It's nonverbal: I need love. I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on. And I know it's around me somewhere, but I just can't feel it.

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

Very early in my life it was already too late.