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.

I start to get the feeling that something is really wrong.

That's the thing about depression: A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it's impossible to ever see the end. The fog is like a cage without a key.

My God, I could raise a family of six children and hold down a full-time job with all the energy I expend on depression!

Rock bottom is an inability to cope with the commonplace that is so extreme it makes even the grandest and loveliest things unbearable...Rock bottom is everything out of focus. It's a failure of vision, a failure to see the world as it is, to see the good in what it is, and only to wonder why the hell things look the way they do and not some other way.

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

Sometimes, I get so consumed by depression that it is hard to believe that the whole world doesn't stop and suffer with me.