In a typical mental health catch-22, the alienating nature of depression tends to keep its sufferers from finding their way to the very support groups that might help them.

In a strange way, I had fallen in love with my depression.

After they had explored all the suns in the universe, and all the planets of all the suns, they realized there was no other life in the universe, and that they were alone. And they were very happy, because then they knew it was up to them to become all the things they had imagined they would find.

...All I want to talk about is the oncoming apocalypse in my brain.

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

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

Feminism is a good venue for getting yourself across as much as for getting your point across.