But just as a little bit of knowledge is a dangerous thing, a little bit of energy, in the hands of someone hell-bent on suicide, is a very dangerous thing.

Into every sunny life a little rain must fall.

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.

Am I worried people will say I'm repeating myself? Sure. One thought I had was to publish it as a novel but eventually I just decided to do what I wanted to do.

I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on.

Sometimes I wish I could walk around with a HANDLE WITH CARE sign stuck to my forehead.

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