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

Depression is a lot like that: slowly, over the years, the data will accumulate in your heart and mind, a computer program for total negativity will build into your system, making life feel more and more unbearale. But you won't even notice it coming on, thinking that it is somehow normal, something about getter older, about turning eight or about turning twelve or turning fifteeen, and then one day you realize that your entire life is just awful, not worth living, a horror and a black blot on the white terrain of human existence. One morning you wake up afraid you are going to live.

Doing nothing is opting for the sweetness of stillness...Instead of fighting with that which you cannot control, you might as well just see it through.

...occasionally I wished I could walk through a picture window and have the sharp, broken shards slash me to ribbons so I would finally look like I felt.

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

How can you hide from what never goes away? --Heraclitus

Divorce has taught us how to sleep with friends, sleep with enemies, and then act like it's all perfectly normal in the morning.